Lika's Log

Today was/is one of those good days. A day where things just fall in place and just a feel good kine of day.

Woke up feeling good. Had a good breakfast. Got to work. Really worked. Spoke to good people. Had a good lunch. Got to visit with Grandaughta Kai – played with lotion. Gawd it stunk I don’t like that lotion now, I smelled it too much; I left it with her. LOL Had a good dinner, char sui wonton min. That hit the spot. Its just been a good overall day ya’know.

I’ve been wondering if writing has made me feel better. I know it doesn’t make me feel bad. *L* I have been writing. Here and regular letters. It truely must be therapy for me.

I have a mental list of things I need to write…… Hannabuttah Days is calling. Ain’t written one of those in years. What would I write aobut? hmmmmmm

I got this idea to fill a blank book of letters/notes to Kai. Something to give to her bumbye yeah wen she way olda and if/wen I no stay, whicheva comes first. LOL knockonwood ~ I could write about today and how we played with lotion. Gawd my hands still smell like “dark kiss?” Bath&Body lotion. eewwwlll I thought I liked the smell, but no moe. LOL

Oh yeah I was gonna write about my scrapbook. Yeah I should ask people send me a postcard and I can put it in my scrapbook. Tomorrow I will tell you about my scrapbook….

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Swear to gawd I am loosing it…. literally….what have I lost….no, not my mind. Not yet. Stuff, my stuff… *L* I must be going thru a retarded phase…. WTH full moon? Rags? Hello, ragless. So still yet maybe dat time of the month da dry version. LOL

Ok like now…. came home from work gotta call San – where’s my phone? In my purse. Dig thru da purse, empty da purse, no moe. The other bag with work stuff….not. In the truck, everytime I leave’um in da cup holder. Nope no moe. Ok it betta be on my desk at work. Still need to call San – Plan B oh yeah my work cell that I don’t use except to call for catering. LOL I dial the number…. oh shoots hello WORK phone and going get one 808 #. Red flag, hala. Plan C – the Tracfone prepaid in the bottom of your purse. Ohyeahnohuh?

This past weekend I couldn’t find a flashdrive, I could of sworn it was in my purse. Searched here there everywhere. Last time I used it was in my room, I put it away in my purse. Ok maybe not, maybe I put it somewhere else. I don’t think so but I couldn’t find it where I thought it was. Ok maybe the other car. Or not that car the other other car. Nope. So Monday morning I’m unloading the back seat of my truck becuase I had bunch of boxes from Fridays meeting…. My flashdrive on the floor in the backseat of the truck.

At work…. I coulda sworn I had three copies…. wheres that other copy…. well shoots I have to make another copy. Open the copier, hello the copy of the copy there 3rd copy, there it is. Anden….

So far it hasn’t been anything major like loosing my mind….. but it kind of makes me wonder, if I lost my mind would I know? I probably find it in the bottom of my purse or in the back of the truck. *L*

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So a question regarding “age differences” was brought up by “the lunch crew” – a bunch of us who watch Maury or Steve Wilkos show during lunch time. You know olda guy/younga wahine or olda wahine/way younga guy….

And I said: In my ohana the unwritten rule is da kids don’t DATE people my age and WE don’t date people our kids age – one less drama to deal with.

I don’t think my kids would go for dating someone as old as their parents. But ya’neva know.

I know for me I don’t think I would go for some one from another generation, my kids age? See for me I would be thinking “I coulda given birth to this person?” I think thats really tacky.

I have one friend who is 16 years older then her husband. First she told me “everybody thinks he’s ten years younger then me but really he’s 16 years younger then me.” So you coulda been the babysitter?

There are a lot of men who marry the “young ones” – the Filipino single man in their 60′s who come back with one 20something year old wife. Its kind of more acceptable or condoned ain’t for men, its ok for men to be 60ish have a 20 or 30 something trophy wife. Not so much for the old lady and younger men, although its more common then we think, I think. Shuga momma.

I think it makes it awkward when there are kids involved. Grown kids and grandkids. Because you know there are some Grandpas dating/living with/married to some hottie who is the same age as their grandkid. Can you say awkward.

Yeah yeah yeah, shouldn’t be judging blah blah blah

Maybe its a money thing. Survival. Love? Ya’think. I mean like Anna Nicole Smith’s case, the kids where olda then her and they made it hell for her.

I can see where its a big advantage for a guy to be way younga then the wahine. LOL I’m just saying it has its advantages and perks ain’t it? But other then a hard… well neva mind. LOL There are old hard…. oh right I said neva mind.

So anyway the age thing difference thing has both its advantages and disadvantages. It depends on the individuals yeah. It depends on circumstances….

Like my olda sista is widowed and I told her; her needs to go find some olda, real olda millionaire man with no dependents, marry’um make sure all the paperwork is in her name anden screw’um to death. How long you think it would take to screw somebody to death like literally LOL – a couple of months a few years? Its an idea…..

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Its almost September ……..

Outside my window…….darkness

I am thinking…….FB is getting old.

I am thankful for…..still being here.

I am wearing………play clothes. lol

I am remembering……..to write.

I am going…….to finish a quilt block!

I am reading………….ASSUMED IDENTITY by David Morrell – still yet.

I am hoping……..to finish what I started.

On my mind……..my eyes are itching and teary and…

Noticing that……..I’m sleep but have things to do,

From the kitchen……. leftovas.

Around the house……need to unclutter.

One of my favorite things…….sleeping.

I am listening to………. to the TV.

I hate it when……..I can’t find what I’m looking for; I just had it. LOL

If you told me 10 years ago that……I would be a blogger, I woulda asked whats a bloggah?

REMEMBER WHEN……….cartoons made sense.

IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES……..will you remember me?

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Small time the reason why I went to church is because if I didn’t go I would get lickings. It was called “fear of da belt.” As a child I’m told to go to church so I went. Born and raised Catholic. I consider myself a non-practicing Catholic cause I don’t attend mass regularly and I go to mass becasue of weddings & funerals. If at all. Oh but come crunch time I am da first to bust out all the Our Fathers & Hail Marys.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed church. Small village – everybody knows everybody – literally. Our Lady Of Immaculate Conception. As a kid, I could never figure out what da hell dat was. Then wen I did understand “immaculate conception” I was like are you kidding me? The contradictions of the Catholic church just throws me off sometimes. Lot of the times. I loved the Latin mass, they changed it to English. Little things like that was a turn off.

When I realized that walking into someone elses church was not going to send me to hell, I started wondering about other teachings. Growing up it seemed like I was doomed to go to hell because you know, I disobeyed my mother and father. That was always the first thing I said when I went to confession.

After Confirmation I stopped going to church/mass. I figured I was going to hell anyway, whats the point. That was in my teens. Fast FWD to now and well I still don’t go to mass. They have mass on TV now, go figure. So if I watch mass on TV I ain’t going to hell? Solo dios sabe. LOL

Fast FWD to this past Friday and I went to church on my own. On a whim. Church of the Holy Cross, Sedona, AZ. I had a meeting right down da street so on my way home I stopped by.

My intension was to stop and take a picture and leave. But when leaving the parking lot I was like, whatthehay; I may as well go look see. So I drove up to the top parking lot and walked in.

This church is built into the side of a mountain. To get to the church you walk up a steep winding ramp. The chuch on the outside looks pretty impressive. The chuch on the inside is kinda small and humbling. No pews. Just benches. Lots of candles. So I had to light a candle. Hadn’t done dat since St Joe’s days. Like 3 or 4 decades ago. Unreal.

There’s a small stairway that takes you downstairs to giftshop. Lots of rosaries. I always wanted one of those huge black rosarys the Nuns carried on their belt. You could give somebody lickens with dose. LOL Its a neat little gift shop. I spent $9.00 plus a lit a candle so I spent $10 all together. My tithing for this decade and the past ones.

I think what thru me off is that I really did visit wit God I think. Or maybe he visited me. Eda way same difference yeah. It was kinda surreal because I was even wearing a skirt and blouse and if I was wearing pants I may not have gone in. Its that Catholic indoctrination small time yeah. Wahines no wear pants to church. I know its way different now. But sometimes leaveing things the way they are is ok huh?

I guess I didn’t HAVE TO go to church so I went. NO pressure yeah. Organize religon can be a big turn off. Its keeping up with the Jones kind of God likes me moe den you cause I get moe nice clothes kind of mentality.

I believe the sky is my Cathedral. In that sense I go to church everyday . Everyday I should respect others, mother earth and father sky.

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If she has slept every day/night of her life, you would think she knows how to go to sleep. How to go to sleep. Shut the lights, lie down close your eyes, zonk out.

Zonking out sounds easy enough and this she does most of the time. But its the times thats zoning does not happen that causes her concern.

8 hours sleep not happening. Why? Well if she goes sleep after midnight and she needs to be on the road by 6:30 am, 7 at the latest…. there is no 8 hours duh. And why is does she watch Jay Leno with his very white hair? When did that happen….

The insomnia gurus say if you don’t feel sleepy that don’t go bed, do other things that will induce sleep. Oh ok, she goes on Facebook; like that helps.

Perhaps it is Facebook thats the culprit. Yes checking status, comment on friends wall, like unlike, share, playing games, way too many games. Enough all ready. The novelty is wearing off she thinks. Sort of like that Ebay phase. How long did that phase last? About 6 months maybe, give or take some.

Facebook scares her. She learns things she doesn’t want to. Things about people she didn’t need to know but now she knows now because she read it. Facebook scares her because it steals time away from reading, writing and sewing.

Discipline. She lacks discipline. Discipline would get her body to bed on time to get 8 hours of sleep. It would keep FB time limited. FB fkng btch? She’s a messed up undisciplined FB; crazed by a computer. Still she needs sleep… she thinks sex may be the cure…… *L*

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Note to self ~ …….. LOL

Outside my window…….the oven is till on!

I am thinking…….you have all ready poked this friend you may not poke them at this time! LOL

I am thankful for……the friendships that I have.

I am wearing………LBD – Little Back Dress – Ok its not THAT Little!

I am remembering……..to juggle reading, writing, sewing and FB-ing. LOL

I am going…….to have a big dinner cause I had cake for lunch!

I am reading………….ASSUMED IDENTITY by David Morrell – still yet.

I am hoping……..that my writing moods last for a long while.

On my mind……..the look of this quilt block I’m doing – need to do two cuttem in half and makem 1, kapakahi colors kine.

Noticing that……..there is so much to do and so little time but if you want to you do. LOL

From the kitchen……. shoots I gotta cook.

Around the house……..I didn’t water the grass cause I thought it was going to rain.

One of my favorite things…….listening to babies/little kids laugh – that is the purest of sounds.

I am listening to………. a plane that just zoomed over.

I hate it when……..I’m late.

If you told me 10 years ago that……I would understand basic Navajo (ok cuss words & food) I would have asked what are you smoking. LOL

REMEMBER WHEN……….you hated going to school.

IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES…….I think I’d be ok. OK maybe not but thats the correct thing to say ain’t it?

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I think I’ve written about this before but its worth revisiting. Different time, a different set of words, same meaning.

So I went to a particular message board that I haven’t been to in a while. A long while. So I looked & read so I had to add my 2cents. Just the usual “yeah me too” kind of response.

Then I started reading other posts……. and I was totally turned off by the “confrontational feel”. Ok maybe I’m being sensitive or maybe its just that I use to da Lanai la dat.

I read it as people egging on each other due to their difference of opinon. Yes we are entitled to our opinion and you say to-mah-toes and I say toemayTOES. I read it as “egging on” because I am a non-confrontational kind of person. I just assume not provoke any kind of negativity. I read it as egging on because it is something I wouldn’t do and thats me. I can see where when people don’t know you personally they will take things written in a different light then actually intended. You know what I mean. Thats the nature of “being online” with unkowns.

Although this is the same place that when the question of “pidgin english” comes up I’m like youfrikenfracken gunnfunckitt gavacho. And I will post something against my betta judgement.

Cause you know PIDGIN is distinctly Hawaii and come on now, leave us pidgin speakas & writas dafrick alone. Sowotif you know undastand, you know why…..cause you not listening and you no like undastand. OMG dat place sets me off la dat so I no go deya bumbai I gotta type new kine hammajang pidgin. LOL

Ok so den I go to da Lanai and post…..totally friken different vibe. You know wot I mean. Da confrontations on da lanai are full of futs. hehehe Old futs, new futs, stink futs, young futs, good futs, smutfuts; pullmyfinga pullmyfinga….. You no can tawk futs on da ada place cause dey going read you yo’rights. You have the right to say excuse me, anything you say or do will be used against you….

I’m just saying….. online offline, in person, on da phone, in email wotevas – we get a vibe, yeah.

Some people are more sensitive to “vibes” then others. Some people listen to their inner voice and act on it – negative, positive, indifferent. You get a feel for things, for people and you make that decision on how you will respond.

I try to be positve but thats not always possible. So I should be tactful if I’m going to be negative. But alot of times my mouth moe fast den my brain or my fingas have a mind of its own and I talk or type befo’ I think. Auwe. But ONLINE, hello nothing is betta den something. You or I no have to respond, we no even have to go to dat place, so why I squawking.

Not squawking, just stating da obvious. LOL

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Back to the notes…….. LOL

Outside my window…….excessive heat advisory – sunny with feelings of being in an oven!

I am thinking…….I have all these ideas swirling in my mind!

I am thankful for……ideas.

I am wearing………a dress, because its way cooler then wearing pants!

I am remembering……..I have lots to sew. LOL

I am going…….to work on another sewing project!

I am reading………….ASSUMED IDENTITY by David Morrell.

I am hoping……..to write and sew more.

On my mind……..projects I want to do and stuff I have to clean.

Noticing that……..I really have been writing. Duh? LOL

From the kitchen……. I dunno, dakine, don’t want to think about it.

Around the house……..there are things that need to go to Goodwill. *L*

One of my favorite things…….is hanging out at bookstores new and used. *L*

I am listening to………. to pipeline2paradise.com

I hate it when……..I can’t remember what I dreamed.

If you told me 10 years ago that……that I would be in touch with as many childhood friends I woulda said, I not going write to dem. LOL

REMEMBER WHEN……….you had no debt.

IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES…….den tomorrow neva come.

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Today I went to two used bookstores; Bookmans & Half Priced Books.

I can spend forever in a bookstore. I went to sell some books and magazines and I got $15, which was immediately reinvested back into a book and some magazines.

Bookmans is my favorite used bookstore. The one I go to has been recently remodeled and it has a cafe in it. You can use your credit slip to buy food and/or coffee. This is the kind of place that people go to and just browse for hours on end. You could sit and read the whole book and nobody would bother you.

Since I starte up writing in here; I’ve been inspired to do other stuff. Like read more. As I browsed the used magazine section I saw some quilting magazines that had some cool patterns and ideas. I can make that. Well not really but I can do my version of it. I saw a pattern I want to do so I had to buy the magazine. Now I need to get my rear in gear and sew stuff. I have pile waiting for me. Although I did finish a couple of projects. LOL

I was looking at CDs and I swear to go God ~ Hawaiian CDs are listed as “other country”. HUH? I can understand OTHER but country. Come on, do you not know your geography. heeheehee You couldn’t just leave it as OTHER?

At Half Priced Books they have alot of gifts and games and stuff. Stuff like stationary. I’ve always been a sucker for good paper and cards. So yeah I bought a box of notecards. I really did write to peoples too. My sister is gonna be shocked, I’m actually answering her letters. LOL

I guess this regular writing has kicked start something in me. Sense? LOL I wrote a letter on Friday. And I mean write, like wrote a whole page write. Scared myself there. *L*

And I think this all started over a some Daynotes……..\\000//

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