Volcano Thoughts


Pele is cleaning house, no doubt. Who was there first?  Most people see destruction, when in fact it is creation. More land mass is being created.  Hawaii Island is not fully developed and is still growing. Proof that mother nature exist and there is a God/Goddess. Who else could create like that?

People in the area, people who bought homes/land, knew there was lava under there. Hello did y’all not do research? They did not “expect” Pele to show up; even though she lived right there. This is not the first subdivision to ever get  covered by lava.  You wanted cheap land, yes land developers made a killing.

Granted it is sad and devastating that homes and belongings have been destroyed. We are all so connected to our “stuff”, I know I am. It’s heart broken to see homes go up in smoke. 😦

There are people who get all holier then though talking  about Jesus Christ so in the same sense  why not believe in Pele? Is Pele any less real than Jesus Christ or Bhuddah They can both be real and not conflicting. Its people who are conflicting. It’s not a pissing contest, it’s not a my God is better than your God issue. Somethings just is/are. Just because you don’t believe in it does not make it not real. To you it’s not real so keep it to yourself, it’s a moot point.  We all try to justify stuff in our favor.

The reason why “things” are not all koom-bayuh is cause there are people who think its their way or the highway, how Christian is that? When leadership; and I use the term loosely, call people of different ethnicity “animals”; it sets a tone of “white is right” kind of mindset. It takes away from the human race. We are one race of multiple colors, cultures and beliefs.

Witnessing the eruption via Facebook is in itself interesting and crazy. Reading comments on FB is even more crazy ignorant then ever. Its amazing to read how much people don’t know. Or maybe it is “the shit they know that they don’t know.”  Ignorance is totally documented in the comments of FB posts, along with rude, disrepect and studpidity.  Just because its posted does not mean you have to comment and add your 2cents that amounts to nothing.  Then there are those who just insight stupidity.

Volcanos errupting has zero political involvement. Its not an R thing its not a D thing. How people come up with its Republican or its Demorcrats is so frkng uncalled or and irrelevant. I’m surprised the the volcano is not errupting even more with all the stupid stuff people say & do.

For the record: Honolulu/Oahu is not where the volocano is.  Read a map people.  If you have flights to Hilo, switch it to Kona and drive to Hilo. The whole island is not going to explode, just part of it; the part where the volocano is. Oah’u, Kauai, Maui, Molokai, Lanai does not have an active volocano on it.  If you cancelled your reservation because of the volocano; you are missing out on some great beach time. Totally your lost. Although the way the world is going, ya’ never know.  Dormant volocanos may awaken.  How come no ones talking about Yellowstone? Isn’t that the Super Volocano.

 

Be Blessed (\O/)

Malama pono

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Tattoo Of Grief


The heart aches

from the tattoo of grief

in bedded into each cell.

 

Memories throb with kindness

as underdeveloped dreams

hides in plain sight.

 

Laughter pushes us

towards stories

always to be remembered.

 

But in the moonlight

tears bleed into the ocean

as each wave reminds us of reality.

 

 

@LRO62515

 

Be Blessed (\O/)

Malama pono

 

Ohana Drama


Aka Family Feud or Family drama; never thought our family was “like that” but I guess we are “like that.” I want to say for the record; it wasn’t me. LOL I am middle sister, two above me, one below. I was/is the blacksheep, always thought I was adopted or something. I think its just something. Aka ME. 🙂

So I have 3 sister, I’m #3. First & second sisters are very close.  Me and #4 are very close.  In the words of #4; “I like going shopping with you, you look at all the hoochie stuff.” What can I say, slut at heart. LOL We are 10 years a part.

#1 is trying to talk to #4 because #4 owes her $$$$, yes that much. #4 is pissed off royally with #2 because of social services issues that includes my Mom. So #4 does not speak to #1 & #2. Me I talk to all of them. Messenger spy. LOL And my oldest niece/#2’s daughter; tells me the “scoop” about her Mom. They get along but not really, closer to the not really side. But she’s close to her Dad.

Anyway I think nobody’s mad at me because I’m the one that don’t give a shit. I’ve always been the don’t give a shit sister. LOL You don’t want to talk to me, FINE, don’t talk to me. I also don’t live close to any of them. I’m the only FB junkie, they don’t do social media.

It reminds me of my MIL & her sister. MIL and one of her sisters did not speak for 5 years.  Then they started talking again because they could not figure out why they stopped talking to each other. Yeah mute point.

My sisters on the other hand, they will remember every thing. It is documented, and there are copies and yeah, not about stuff easily forgotten.

I dunno; dysfunction function what’s your function.

 

Be Blessed (\O/)

Malama pono

DC Reflections


I just spent a week in Washington, DC. My one and only out of state business travel.  I haven’t been there since 2012.

Being in DC is like being part of an ant colony. Everybody is rushing walking walking walking rushing. I’m not a fast walker but in DC I have to step up my pace, a bit. I find DC sort of disconnected from the real world. But I think they think, they ARE the real world.

I think its the nature of the business right? Or maybe all theses people with ties on need to loosen it up. They must be uncomfortable or they look like they are uncomfortable. I tried to wear a tie once, its like having a noose around your neck; very disconcerting. 🙂

DC is nice to visit but I wouldn’t want to “stay” there. I enjoyed hearing all the different accents. I asked one of the door man how to pronounce his name with all those z’s & g’s. Hmmm. I couldn’t even say it. I just said “wow you’re fancy.”  I asked what country he was from, he told me and all I understood was “East Africa.” I need a geography lesson. LOL

I’m not from a “take a taxi” kind of city/town. I don’t uber or lyft either so taking a cab is different for me. I was thinking we should uber until someone said “the uber drivers are the bad guys, they’ve had couple of assults & killings by uber drivers.” Fine, TAXI!

We had some funny cab drivers. It takes a certain personality to drive in DC. Freaking people pop the horn at the littlest things. People need to step up their taking off when the lights turn green or the dang horns start honking. And if its not horns going off, its sirens.

My coworker saw a Gucci store being built or coming soon and she asked the cab driver about it.  He did not know.  Then he asked, “What is Gucci?” She explained it being high end way too expensive stuff and he said, “I do not know about those kinds of things.” We asked about all the construction going on, so many apartment buildings or office building going up.  He said, “yes and expensive like Gucci; I cannot afford to live here I live in Maryland.” We were proud that we added a new word to his vocabulary. LOL

I asked one of our cab drivers about the Rubber Ducky boat tours or whatever its called. I asked if he had ridden it before.  He says “OH no, I am afraid of water, I do not swim.” I said, “it really goes in the water?”  I thought it was just a gimmick.  He says “oh yes it is amphibious.”  Then I saw the double decker bus and I asked “have you rode that?”  He said “OH NO, two people died riding on there, if you are going to ride it ride on the bottom.”  Then we passed a double decker bus with a roof; cab driver says, “its ok to ride that one because it has a roof.” Hilarious.

As we waited in traffic he asked us where we were from. We told him Arizona.  He says “OH my brother lives in Arizona.” We asked where.  He says “you know my brother, John McCain; he’s a republican but I like him, I am not a republican.” LOL

All in all it was good working trip. The days go by fast. I didn’t get to got to any of the museums or monuments or walk the mall. By the end of the work day I just wanted to eat & sleep.  I did go hang out at Union Station. They have food, they have shopping. I’m good. The rush hours are crazy though at Union Station, 5 o’clock and the rush of people just mow you down.

Speaking of Union Station; I don’t understand the Metro rail system. I just don’t get it. I have no sense of direction. I’m so amazed that MAN dug that bigass hole in the ground! I don’t know my 4 directions on land, why would I know it underground?

Hopefully I’ll get to go again next year. I hope I make the cut. LOL

 

Be Blessed (\O/)

Malama pono

 

Cute Day


Do you know how sometimes you think you’re having a cute day or an ugly day. It usually happens first thing in the morning, I think the mirror induces those thoughts. For me its a no brainer I’m not even thinking, just doing stuff as usual. But every now and then I get all “judgey” with myself. LOL Most times its just the rolling of the eyes or shaking my head. Staring into the mirror realizing the true meaning of “it is what it is”. 🙂

Today is a cute day. LOL Or maybe its a good hair day, same difference.  I have not colored my hair in 14 months. Why do I know exactly how long?  Because I keep debating to color or not to color, that is the question.  The longer I do with out the more I get use to seeing gray, white, silver, light black, salt and pepper, white pepper. LOL It dawned on me this morning its the colors of my Grandmas hair.  But she had long ass hair, literally hair down to her ass usually wrapped up in a bun. I want long ass hair too.

It’s the hair that frames my face that are all silvery & gray, the ends are still chemically brown that looks reddish and the middle is I think my real color, maybe? I think I screwed up hair coloring it for decades so now I don’t even bother. But I do think about it.

As I walked into Safeway this morning, the maintenance man who I see every time I go to Safeway says, “You always look good, young lady.”  I just laughed and said “thank you.” For one, I think I’m older then him and me as “young lady” sounds oxymoronic to me, in a good way. LOL  Perhaps its cause I’m wearing white, looking part virgin-nee and all. (I crack myself up)

Anyways, y’all have a cute day. Everyday should be a cute day.  We should all be so blessed. ❤

 

Be Blessed (\O/)

Malama pono

 

Flying Out


Just as I’m about to embark on my one and only travel across the country for work; an airplane malfunctions and blows an engine.  Such a tragedy, my condolences to the  family who lost their daughter, sister, mother, wife, aunt, friend, coworker.  RIP  But also kudos to the pilot who brought down the plane safely.

So I’m thinking, I’m praying WE have a sharp cool headed pilot too. What are the odds of it happening again? I don’t take it for granted. If that is they way its suppose to be then so be it. But I rather it not be, you know. 🙂

I enjoy traveling, especially since its paid for not by me. But I’m kind of mental in the sense that, when I get into “close quarters” like that; I look around and think “are these the people I could die with?” Morbid I know but its a valid question. Pessimistic yes; so much for optimism right?

I enjoy flying, getting from Point A to Point B in the most direct way.  Assuming, knock on wood; there are no flight delays. But just in case; in my backpack I always have one set of clothes, tooth brush & toothpaste. Ya’never know. I’m part Boy Scout like that; always be prepared. LOL I even have my “prayer blankie” or it could be used as a scarf but mainly a small blanket I made. Ya’never know.  Airplanes are always cold to me and I ain’t paying the airlines for a blankie. I will also have my big coat cause I’m headed east coast.

A friend of mines is in the east right now and she’s from Nevada where its cold. On FB she says its cold there. Well if its cold for her, I imagine I’m gonna think of it as freezeass freezing. I live in the dessert.  It’a a working travel, I’ll be indoors working it. They have heaters right.

Please no snowmageddon. Or flight delays. Hope I didn’t jinx me by writing this.

I’ll come back and tell you if there were any crying babies. I have my “noise canceling” headphones ready. 🙂

 

 

Be Blessed (\O/)

Malama pono

 

 

Attacked


For whatever reason, I see this happening. But I pray that it doesn’t.

The rhetoric though is to the point of “put up or shut up” – somebody’s gonna snap. You know what I mean. It will probably be the stupidest thing, a minor piece of bullshit that will blow up –  pun intended into a freaking nuclear fall out. You can play “chicken” for only so long. Sooner or later testosterone overflows and it like “oh yeah watch this!”

In the mean time the innocent suffer from the consequences of you know what and you know who. Its the military who serve who get to suffer the consequences of war first hand. Its the families and innocent who suffer the losses. Politicians sit in there leather chairs and talkshit. They can talk the talk but they don’t walk the walk, they stay in their bunkers.

What will it take to stop the bullshit that could turn into super deepshit in a heartbeat?

We all think/assume not in my backyard….. BUT what if…. WHAT IF WE do get attacked?

Ask Hawaii – they know the feeling of a false alarm BUT suppose it wasn’t…. Its an island, it can get blown to smithereens. Bomb shelters are few and far between in Hawaii. I don’t think bomb shelters help when it takes a direct hit.  Bombs on a bomb shelter equals minus a bomb shelter. Anyway that’s my take on it.

I’m thinking I should have a bug out bag ready. But I don’t. But I think it. LOL But here’s my thought, IF/WHEN we are under attack. I’m staying home. I’m not evacuating anywhere BECAUSE everyone else will be on the road – road raging! Traffic! I just assume stay home and be comfortable, you feel me. Which reminds me I should have groceries & water.

My theory is IF we get  into a WWIII situation the ones who will survive – other then the hardcore survivalist who have their secret compound somewhere in the hills – the only other survivors will be the Amish. Since the way they live is off the grid anyway, and would they know we are under attack?  For them its just business/life as usual right?

I would go north and find them and hang out. 🙂

 

 

Be Blessed (\O/)

Malama pono

Weekends


I was having a good time doing nothing and BOOM it’s Monday.

Must be true, time flies when you are having fun. I was just kicking back…. and oh yeah you must go to go to work tomorrow. Not really complaining, just stating the obvious. LOL

Love weekends. It means I have a job that I go to from Monday to Friday and so yes, I am able to kick back on Saturday and Sunday. Its a love hate relationship, ain’t it? Well I don’t really hate it; although I kinda do hate how  time flies sometimes.

I would love a 4 day work week with 3 days off. I remember those days. Once upon a time I had those hours. I enjoyed doing 4-10. Did I complain? Probably. There’s always something. Then again maybe not. 4-10’s are good; work hard play hard or kickback harder. 🙂

I didn’t do laundry till late yesterday. Should have done it Friday night, but no, procrastinate smocrastinate. Shoulda getterdone but was feeling lazy…. what did I do Friday night? Not like I  had a hot date or anything.  Hmmmm oh yeah Merrie Monarch 2018 – live streaming…. just glued to the computer screen in bed.   I only nodded off a couple of hundreds of times, trying to stay up. LOL

I like weekends becasue I don’t have to think about waking up. So what happens, I wake up the same time as if I was going to work. But at least I get the option to not jump out of bed becasue I’m running late. I usually fall back asleep and don’t wake up till late late. The pleasures of sleeping in. Maybe  thats why I love weekends. 🙂

 

 

Be Blessed (\O/)

Malama pono

Teaching


I never wanted to be a teacher. I think you have to have a calling to be a teacher. Its not something you do on a whim I never wanted to be a teacher but if I did I was thinking I should be a Special Ed teacher then the kids wouldn’t know or realize what a dufus I am, you know what I mean. I have no confidence in being a teacher. What the hell could I teach you? See, teacher can’t talk like that. I’d have to watch my language. With me “shit” just comes out. LOL

We’ve all have had good teachers and bad teachers. We all have had that one memorable teacher who encouraged us to be the best at what we know. My memorable teacher was Mrs. Bowman, I think it was freshman or sophomore year ins high school. She must have been 80’s or I thought she was way up there. But she was kine and soft spoken and treated even us “goofy” ones like we belonged. Whatever that means.  She talked and really did teach us because we listened, we paid attention and  we learned.  Mrs. Bowman was the one person who told me early on that I could write. I thought she said that to all the  students. But for some reason I believed her and I’ve always written. Just cause, that’s how I do. Free therapy for me. LOL

Fast FWD – well it would be backwards now; but in the day Y2K I was hard up for a job. I interviewed for an administrative assistant position. Which is my trade, I’m a paper pusher kind of person. I interviewed at a school district and in that process the Superintendent asked me, “Can you teach English?” I said, “I’m not a certified teacher.” Although I did have an emergency substitute teachers certificate because I did do one day here, two days there sporadically. Not enough money to go WalMart though.

Anyways, Superintendent said “That was not my question, can you teach English.” Hard up for a job me said “If you trust me with your kids, I will do the best I can.” And I got the job and the teacher who was suppose to teach me to be his replacement bailed! They said I would shadow him for two weeks, he had the lesson plans all done for the year blah blah blah. Lies!

Two days OJT – on the job training – how to teach 10th graders. Just do this, that and whatever? Mr. Teacher took off and never came back. I was there winging it like I knew what the hell I was suppose to do. Well I did know, my way. LOL I was to teach these kids how to write and life skills, fill out forms and shit. They could say shit and I couldn’t, that is not fair, that’s why I’m not a teacher.

To learn to write, you must write. That’s just common sense. So children bust out your journals, everyday we write. Write something. “I dunno what to write!” Write about how much you hate school, how much you hate this class, write about what you know. Write about why you chose the clothes you are wearing. Write something. Three paragraphs! Just frkng write! 🙂

For filling out forms, I got a bunch of applications from different places and made them fill it out.  I know they’re kids but if there is one thing I taught them its that:  NEVER PUT I DON’T KNOW on an application. Write what you know, remember?! If you don’t know, find out. And if you really really don’t know and it don’t matter, put NOT APPLICABLE. N/A not I don’t know!  I like to think those kids remembered that.

Having not ever wanting to be a teacher to being a teacher for one semester was hardest most thankless most rewarding job I ever had. Don’t think I’d do it again cause I know how not so TEACHER I was. But the kids thought I was cool. LOL Only because I treated them no different than I treated my own kids with the exception of I could not whoop these kids like I would my own. I told them that, hell some of them had never been whooped and the others have been abused.

At the end of the week I was told I was suppose hand in my “Lesson Plan.” Me – have a plan, I thought the lessons plans were done, oh yeah liar, liar, pants on fire. I had to whip up lesson plans. On a side note I’m married to a Principal from another district. Principal started out as a teacher; so I had my own consultant at home. He advised me: “What you write in your lesson plan and what you do each day/week are two different things. Just write something.” Ooooh kind of like to learn to write, you gotta write. So to be a teacher you just gotta write like you think you are a teacher. Duh? I knew that. LOL

So I turn in my “lesson plans” – DENIED – “What are your objectives?”

I ask my ‘consultant Principal’ “I have objectives?”  He says: ‘Yes, just write down what they are suppose to learn that week. What you write and what they learn may or may not happen.”  Right? Just write……

Staff Meetings. I hated staff meetings. There’s always that one or two people who go on and on about something like its there therapy session and like we all care. We just want to go home, not listen to your dang concerns. That why the kids don’t like you, listen to yourself. LOL That’s how I felt in “staff meetings” sometimes they were worst then the kids.

Being a teacher is hard work. It takes a lof of energy.  There’s this responsibility that I felt I could not meet. It was cool that there was kids who learned and they get it. Then there’s the ones who did not even try and I could see that that would be how there life would go. No where. So in that sense it was sad and I take it personally that they did not learn something.

I am grateful for the experience but I couldn’t do it on a full time basis. I don’t have THAT calling and I’m okay with that. I have my 3 I am responsible for; they are grown now, productive citizens. My kids are not addicts, alcoholics or in jail. I am grateful for that. My son says “Geez Mom thats’s how you judge us we are not  addicts, alcoholics or incarcerated?”

Yes, you know how much less drama that is in life. If y’all were any of that I would feel like a failure. Seriously.

We are all teachers in one way or another!

 

Be Blessed (\O/)

Malama pono.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Addiction


I’m addicted to sugar. I’m not suppose to have sugar BUT everything has sugar. I know eat fruit, right?

Some days, I’m totally on it . No sugar what so ever – THEN  I put something in my mouth that has sugar and that’s ITS – more  give me more, want more. Its not gonna kill me; TODAY! Tomorrow will be another story though.

I’m thinking I need to get hypnotized or something. Something that keeps my hands from feeding my face with  ding dongs. Step away from the ding dongs. It’s really really hard at work because my co-workers have a tendency to SHARE. Share chocolate cake they made, share donuts, share too much homemade goodies they made, share bread they made. The smell of homemade bread wafting thru the air, ahhhhh. Butter, where’s the butter? They are so generous its killing me. Figuratively and literally. LOL Blaming my co-workers, how rude! Like THEY MADE ME taste it!  Will Power where are you gunnfunnitt!

Okay I’m killing myself. Is there a pill that makes you not eat sugar or crave sugar? Like a pills gonna help. Will I remember to take it?

WILL POWER – I need will power.  Obviously my “Will”  is not my “power”.  But I’m working on it. The least I can do right?

Its that crazyass mentality you know: If it hurts when you do that, than don’t do that. I am a glutton for punishment and I am only hurting myself by doing that -Eating sugar.

Slowly but surely I will learn. The hard way no doubt. There’s no cure for “hudhead” but perhaps I can delay the effects. 🙂

 

Be Blessed (\O/)

Malama pono