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Friday, August 31, 2012

"Crisis Intervention Counseling..." 'Harmony Bentosino'

 Welcome back dakinetalk's good friend 'Harmony'  for another adventure in her life..' Harmony is currently working on her Masters degree in counseling. She is  studying drug abuse counseling. Harmony  resides in Kapolei, Hawaii on the island of Oahu...
Harmony is a true free spirit as seen here swimming with dolphins on the island of Oahu...Harmony blogs about her recent fate...

Crisis Intervention Counseling
Harmony Bentosino


If it is true what they say about bad luck coming in threes, then I have met my quota, and I am safe!

Everything happened in the space of two weeks. One night, I was leaving my class on crisis intervention counseling when I had a crisis of my own. As I skipped down an outdoor stairway on the campus, I didn't see the last step. I slipped, and the pain in my foot and ankle was so excruciating I began screaming first because of the pain and second because I needed help.

My classes are at night, and I had stayed late. That meant no one was around to hear me. I soon realized that yelling was fruitless. I didn't want to stay there until someone found me the next morning.

I managed to hobble to the bus stop to catch my bus home. I asked the driver to drop me off by my driveway. The problem is that the driveway to my townhouse complex is very lengthy, and by the time I arrived home, the pain was so severe that I couldn’t walk AT ALL! It was now midnight. I didn’t want to scream or wake up my neighbors. I also didn’t want to lie in my driveway all night long. I began to crawl along the length of my long driveway. When my knees grew sore, I scooted on my butt. Luckily, I am in good shape, and scooting was not terribly difficult. I pity a frailer person who would have been stuck all night. However, by the time I reached my apartment and literally dragged myself up the stairs, the skin over my tail bone was rubbed raw!

The next morning my boyfriend drove me to the urgent care clinic. He had offered to come get me the night before while I waited for the bus. However, he lives on the other side of the island, and I knew the bus would arrive first. It actually came while we were speaking. The next day at the clinic, I learned I had sprained my ankle and broken my foot. They outfitted me with a cast and crutches. With a little practice, I learned to "fly" on the crutches. But if the distance I needed to walk in my home was short, I would hop on one foot, and that grew tiring.

Two days after this accident, I heard my neighbor screaming outside. I ran out forgetting to grab my crutches (although later my foot didn’t seem any worse for the wear). She had been walking her dog, and a big dog was attacking her little dog. The ferocious dog knocked her over and jumped on top of her as she tried to protect her little dog. Luckily another neighbor pulled the fierce dog off her little one. The tiny terrier, Tony, was a bloody, gory mess. The savage dog had bitten his ear off (among other things). I suddenly found myself doing crisis intervention because the woman walking the dog and her daughter had become hysterical. In my efforts to comfort the woman, her daughter, and the badly injured dog, I got too close, and the little guy bit me because he was so frightened.

"We don’t have money for a vet, and we have maxed out our credit!" they wailed. Luckily, the owner of the brutal dog paid for the vet. The bloodthirsty dog had escaped a fenced in yard because his owner forgot to close the gate. We didn’t even know if poor Tony would survive. He stayed at the veterinary hospital for a week. When he came home, he seemed to be doing better than the woman who walked him because she was suffering PTSD. It traumatized us all.

The third crisis also entailed a medical emergency. My boyfriend, who hadn’t felt well for a week, informed me he was at the hospital and needed to have his gall bladder removed. A little while later he called and explained they couldn’t remove his gall bladder because his heart had become unstable. "I could lose him," was the panicked thought that invaded my brain. By the next morning his heart had become stable enough to remove his gall bladder. I rushed to the hospital and was the first one waiting in his room when they wheeled him back from surgery. We soon learned "good riddance" was an appropriate response to his gall bladder because when they opened him up, the doctors discovered his gall bladder had grown gangrenous!

He made a slow recovery. When he first came home, he was too weak to feel like making love. I worried, "What if he never wants to do it again?" Luckily, a week later, things were back to normal in that department although his convalescence in other areas remained slow.

As I said, these three events happened in a span of two weeks. I was still attending my crisis intervention counseling class and found it ironic that I was the one experiencing all these catastrophes. Maybe the class ought to be counseling me! Perhaps, the crises I had encountered weren’t up to the level of suicide, sex assault, or natural disasters which we had covered, but I knew they counted for something! I related to my teacher what had happened and asked if the course could take on a more personal nature. He decided we would divide into pairs and take turns counseling each other. Since the class contained an uneven number of students, one dyad would become a triad. He suggested I join that group because he thought my saga warranted two listeners.

When it was my turn, I explained to my partners we were doing this exercise because I had experienced so many crises. Then, I described what had transpired. One of my classmates was empathetic about the emotions I had experienced, and it felt so soothing. Then, she responded, "Harmony, I remember in the last course we took on the spiritual dimensions of counseling you were doing a presentation on the role coincidence plays in your life! And look at what’s happening now! What do you make of all this?"
I answered, "Maybe, thing happen for a reason, or maybe, they happen by chance. I don’t know. Either way the important thing is what we do about them.

I’m the type of person who reaches out for support when I need it, and I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by. I’m fortunate to be taking crisis intervention counseling when that’s exactly what I needed!"

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Thursday, August 30, 2012

"Your Rights and my Rights..." 'Michael A. Herr' (Aloha Friday)


Renowned author Michael Herr is back guest-blogging on this awesome Aloha Friday talking about,  THE FREEDOM TO WEAR ANYTHING? Make sure and check out Michael's website at; http://www.michaelherr.com/
  ALOHA FRIDAY

August 31, 2012
 


Your Rights and My Rights


Aloha Folks,

A company called Urban Outfitters recently came under fire for selling apparel (tee shirts mostly) with alcohol-related messages. Now, if I want to wear a tee shirt that shows my drinking preferences ("I don't belong to the Republican or Democratic Party. I belong to the Cocktail Party.") well, I'm over 21. But these shirts are being marketed to teens. Their model wearing the shirt is clearly underage. So, while Urban Outfitters has the right to sell these shirts, they should not try to push them onto teenagers.


Going off on a parallel road from the above, the proliferation of risque and downright filthy tee and sweat shirts that are being advertised in many of the catalogs I get truly upsets me. I like a good double entendre as much as the next person. But a good double entendre requires the use of some brain cells. Too many of the dirty shirts I see advertised (and worn) don't require any thinking to get their message. It's all too clear, and too blatant. A middle finger raised with a message that I won't include in this article.

I have at times been tempted to challenge someone wearing a foul shirt, especially in a public place frequented by women and children. So far I've managed to control myself.


I see airlines and schools telling people wearing such offensive garb that they either must change, or they must turn their shirts inside out to wear them. I only wish movie theatre and fast food restaurants had the same policies, and courage. If you want to buy a Big Mac, toss the "Fu*k You" shirt.

Of course, if parents checked on what their kids were wearing, or what was in their wardrobes, and then tossed out the blatantly offensive items of clothing that they found . . . Ah, but the parents of the kids who wear this stuff probably have better things to do. And better things to smoke.

All right, hold that stool while I climb down off my high horse. Yes, I know things have changed since the Middle Ages when I was a kid. And yes, I know I can't make them change back. But that doesn't mean I have to like it. And if you're wearing one of those disgusting shirts in the ice cream shop when I bring my grand-kids in for cones, well, you've had fair warning.

Okay folks, see you next week.
 


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check out Michael's website at http://www.michaelherr.com/ 

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Wednesday, August 29, 2012

"Jesse the chicken plucker..." 'Debbie Eayrs' (Source)

  Steve and Debbie Eayrs live in Homer Alaska and run their own plumbing and heating business... They are the source of this interesting bit of  baby boomer history... enjoy!

 
Let me tell you, Jesse hated this job. And you would too, I imagine, if you had to do it. Jesse was a chicken plucker. That's right.

He stood on a line in a chicken factory and spent his days pulling the feathers off dead chickens so the rest of us wouldn't have to.

It wasn't much of a job.

But at the time, Jesse didn't think he was much of a person. His father was a brute of a man. His dad was actually thought to be mentally ill and treated Jesse rough all of his life.

Jesse's older brother wasn't much better. He was always picking on Jesse and beating him up. Yes, Jesse grew up in a very rough home in West Virginia . Life was anything but easy. And he thought life didn't hold much hope for him. That's why he was standing in this chicken line, doing a job that darn few people wanted. In addition to all the rough treatment at home, it seems that Jesse was
always sick. Sometimes it was real physical illness, but way too often it was all in his head. He was a small child, skinny and meek. that sure didn't help the situation any.

When he started to school, he was the object of every bully on the playground. He was a hypochondriac of the first order. For Jesse,

tomorrow was not always something to be looked forward to. But, he had dreams. He wanted to be a ventriloquist. He found books on ventriloquism. He practiced with sock puppets and saved his hard earned dollars until he could get a real ventriloquist dummy.

When he got old enough, he joined the military. And even though many of his hypochondriac symptoms persisted, the military did recognize his talents and put him in the entertainment corp. That was when his world changed. He gained confidence. He found that he had a talent for making people laugh, and laugh so hard they often had tears in their eyes. Yes, little Jesse had found himself.

You know, folks, the history books are full of people who overcame a handicap to go on and make a success of themselves, but Jesse is one of the few I know of who didn't forget it. Instead he used his paranoia to make a million dollars, and become one of the best-loved characters of all time in doing it!

Yes, that little paranoid hypochondriac, who transferred his nervousness into a successful career, still holds the record for the most Emmy's given in a single category.

The wonderful, gifted, talented, and nervous comedian who brought us Barney Fife was ...

Jesse Don Knotts.

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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

"Great Party..." 'Bettejo Dux' (Classic Wednesday)

Guest-blogger Bettejo Dux is one of Kauai's most delightful  people, she has lived on the cosmic island of Kaua'i for over 40 years... She is an animal lover, people lover and enjoys life to the fullest. Today she talks about a great party....  www.bettejodux.com


I’m exhausted. it’s been a long day.

The house looked beautiful. So many of you sent stuff. Flowers, vans full. Crackers and cheese. So much Mozzarella I’m feeding it to the kids.(goats)  Wine glasses sparkled, called in a caterer. The bar was set up serve it yourself style but Bacchus offered to bar tend.

Hestia and I are sitting here by the fire,  she just loves the Tuscan Fire-pit I bought for the occasion. She arrived early to help  and has asked if she could stay awhile.

All my guests showed up in modern-day attire. Some casual. Some quite formal. The women look simply gorgeous in French and Italian designer gowns but when Pele and the Hawaiian entourage showed up in the skinny you can believe the gowns got pitched.  Venus was absolutely stunning and when she loaned her magic girdle to my beautiful cousin, Bobby, Zeus did his swan trick and made a pass. They looked really cute together and we waved goodbye as they wandered off. Pan was rather shy but we could hear him piping.

“You’re all so human…,” I sighed and took another sip of wine.
“…and you’re all so god like,” Hestia giggled. “Just took you awhile to catch on.”

The religious contingencies tended to arrive in bunches but once settled in-munching, drinking, introducing themselves and mingling-the party took off. Fifteen minutes before  count down a neighbor showed up with a large flat-bed truck and those of us who choose to take the trumpet ride clambered aboard. She had a boom box, I had the stop watch. I sat in the back with the trumpeters and voyeurs. Wasn't surprised to see Hermes and Loki and Eros there. When the  stop watch went off and the trumpets blared, an ear blistering crescendo, the asses started flapping and the three mischief makers got busy with their bows.

“Got one ,” Eros giggled.
“Hope it doesn't  fall out of the sky,” Loki said.
“it’d take a Roman catapult to knock that thing down.” Hermes answered.
“Should've happened  years ago,” I sniffed.
“Wouldn't matter,” my male companion commented. ”These guys didn't breed for beauty. They just breed. Like rabbits.”
“You’re insulting rabbits. Rabbits have darling bottoms.”
“Well there’s sure a flock of’em,” I said, taking another swig of Irish. “Hope we got’em all.”
“Make another pass. Just in case.”

On the way home we played some different tunes and when we got back the guest of honor had already arrived. He looked really dapper. Good looking guy. He smiled his way through the crowd and made for the bar. “They called me a wino. Might’s well be hanged for a wolf as a sheep.”

When he met up with Caesar Augustus a lively conversation followed. “They made me a god, too. Hated to think of some guy praying that I  heal his gout,” Augustus said.
By the fire, I sighed. “We’re gonna find a lot of bodies under the tables tomorrow.”
“Great party. We’ll make coffee, good stuff, and send’em home…”
“…then the real clean up begins…”

She slept in the water-bed. I slept in the loft.

Jesus and Augustus were still deep in mutual commiseration.

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Bettejo  also  publishes her own blog column.
You can check it out at ;  http://www.bettejo.wordpress.com   Besides her blog she recently published and authored the humorous fiction book, "The Scam," check it out at(www.bettejodux.com) or  on Amazon.
http://www.bettejodux.com/

Monday, August 27, 2012

"Woman Politicians..." 'Obama Da Dog'

Campaign signs are  very misleading.
many times I do not recognize  the candidate
when I meet them in person...

I  am confused. I view numerous campaign signs and see photos of all the candidates running for public office.

The campaign signs displaying the woman running for office are most confusing. I do not want to embarrass anyone candidate therefore I am keeping this generic in saying most. Some men do the same but this is most prominent in woman politician.

 Most woman Politicians  have campaign photos of themselves from 5-20 years ago. I see these campaign signs and then meet the people in person and don't even recognize them.

A few years back I met a woman for running for Senate and thought I was talking to her mother, the photos she used for campaigning had to be twenty years old, or she had a stressful campaign and aged very quick in a few short months.

If a woman  is going lie  about her age in her photos what else will she lie about?

I am looking forward to meeting many more mothers of the woman running for political office.

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Sunday, August 26, 2012

"Fall is upon us..." 'Judith Whitehead' (Inspiration Monday)

"Guest-blogger Judith Whitehead lives in Amherst N.Y. and has worked in the ophthalmology field of medicine for over 30 years..."Today Judy talks about Summer coming to an end...  ;D) Enjoy...
FALL IS UPON US
 
As the days of august come to a close there is a certain sadness in the air. School supplies fill the stores and Halloween candy of all things, and the school buses are doing their empty runs already. Where did the summer go?

It is also getting dark earlier at night and stays dark in the morning when I leave for work…that’s depressing. We can’t complain on the East coast though…it has been a wonderful, hot summer.

The only thing we could have used is more rain but on the upside…I did save on grass cutting costs!
Good luck to all the students out there, young and old and enjoy your new adventures that will start up in the Fall. Every school year brings good luck and new learning to challenge your brains with.

 I am doing some lecturing this fall which I enjoy, and of course my weeks are filled with WEDDING plans (for my son) and festivities that will culminate this Fall.

NEW BEGINNINGS FOR EVERYONE!!!

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Saturday, August 25, 2012

"Kaua'i Theme Park..." 'Obama Da Dog'

Kaua'i says no to everything...


I am sitting down taking out my GMO modified corn on the cob from a super market plastic bag  from Honolulu. The corn is sweet as sugar as I began to fantasize about  cruising on a Ferry boat from Kaua'i to Oahu.
There is talk about opening up a theme park on Kaua'i .

I interlude and give my opinion on a name for the theme park!   The theme park would be barren land, with nothing on it, no telephone polls, lights, buildings, parking lot, nothing, just land. it would be called,  Oy vey! Welcome to 21st century Kaua'i!
 

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Aloha all,  

I stole this from someone else's Facebook page (thanks Warren), because  a) I could  and b) I think it's hilarious.  Hope you enjoy it (almost as much as you might enjoy one of my books).

Friday, August 24, 2012

"A note from the wife..." "Marvin Gross' (Source)

Marvin Gross is a financial consultant
currently residing in Western, New York.
Today he shares a note from his wife...
The wife left a note on the fridge.........
"It's not working!! I can't take it anymore; I've gone to stay at my Mothers!"

I opened the fridge, the light came on and the beer was still cold.........

What the hell is she talking about?!

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Thursday, August 23, 2012

"Looking up..!" 'James "Kimo" Rosen' (Aloha Friday)

Not everyone will make it to heaven, some people have done bad things, and according to their faiths will not go to heaven.


Many people when talking about the deceased say they are looking down on us from heaven above.
People assume their friends, relatives and loved ones all went to heaven, however most people who believe in heaven also believe in hell.

Not everyone will make it to heaven, some people have done bad things, and according to their faiths will not go to heaven.

How many times have you heard  someone say, I feel my parents are looking up at me from below?

Therefore as my friends and ancestors look up at me from the heat below, all I can say is nice looking down on you.


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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

"My last trip to Costco..." Obama da Dog (Source)


"Costco is a cult, a way of life and the
best way to shop!"

Costco is Obama da dogs
favorite store... If only they
would institute rope lines
at the Kaua'i outdoor food-court
to make things run smoother...

  Yesterday I was at my local COSTCO buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for my loyal pet, Obama, the Wonder Dog. I was in the check-out line when a woman behind me asked if I had a dog.

What did she think I had an elephant? So because I'm retired and have little to do, on impulse I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, I was starting the Purina Diet again. I added that I probably shouldn't, because I ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.

I told her that it was essentially a Perfect Diet and that the way that it works is, to load your pants pockets with Purina Nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so it works well and I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in line was now enthralled with my story.)

Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care, because the dog food poisoned me. I told her no, I stepped off a curb to sniff a poodle's butt and a car hit me.

I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was Laughing so hard.

Costco won't let me shop there anymore.

Better watch what you ask retired people. They have all the time in the World to think of crazy things to say.

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A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Fascism..." 'Bettejo Dux' (Classic Wednesday)

Guest-blogger Bettejo Dux is one of Kauai's most interesting people, she has lived on the cosmic island of Kaua'i for over 40 years... She is an animal lover, people lover and enjoys life to the fullest.  Elections are around the corner and today Bettejo talks about  the killing machine, politics and more. The above photo was taken on 08-12-12 (her 82nd Birthday)  in Bettejo's favorite room in her house, the room with all the books...www.bettejodux.com
Fascism...

Isn't that an awful word?  Many like to ‘believe’…would certainly prefer to ‘believe’…the concept died at the end of the Second World War with Benito Mussolini. Did it? Call it something else and therefore the reality it exists isn't. It’s so Orwellian it boggles.

I would like to begin by quoting Benito. He said, “We do not have to be the century of socialism, liberalism and democracy.”Think about that. There is certainly a great frothing at the mouth about the very idea of socialism, although most  frothers don’t even know what it means. It’s an economic term. We know that today-we can measure- the happiest people on earth live in secular, socialistic democracies. A socialistic economic structure is a middle way between communism and capitalism which are also economic terms. Factor in taxes, which exists which ever which way you wander and  about which our very own Benjamin Franklin said,”Our Constitution is in actual operation: everything appears to promise it will last: but in this world nothing is certain but death and taxes.”

When you look at the pie chart of Federal spending-taxes- you find these numbers: one says thirty cents out of every tax dollar the government spends goes to the military, the other says forty six cents goes to the military.  Either way we plunk an awful lot of  tax dollars into the killing machine.

If this were your household budget you’d be spending 30 or 46 cents out of every dollar you earn killing rats, and, unfortunately, the stuff you’re using to kill rats isn't working, it seems to create more rats thereby making it necessary for you to buy more rat poison to kill more and more rats. As the rat population grows the expense to kill them goes up and the rent doesn't get paid, the kids don’t get fed, old folks who need medical attention don’t, the roof leaks, and  you’re working your butt off buying rat poison. Eventually this economic truth does the domino theory shuffle and lots of other things-books, non-essentials, stuff- falls off the economic map and puts people out of work. People who write books, sell books, and other stuff lose their jobs because you can’t afford to buy these things. Eventually, you end up there, too. So, if communism doesn't work and socialism is out of the question we’re stuck with an economic structure hitting the skids. Hear those domino's clicking?

…and we haven’t even got to democracy. There are many in this country who remind us, on every occasion, that we are a Republic not a democracy. But many of us find it strange that much of our military budget goes into pushing that which we don’t want or have into foreign countries who don’t have it. But we’re certainly on the Mussolini path. No democracy, no socialism here, by George.

Then there’s the word liberal. Another mouth frother. Liberal is all tied up with secular which is all tied up with religion which is all tied up with fascism, ask Benito. Isn't  that where we came in?

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Bettejo  also  publishes her own blog column.
You can check it out at ;  http://www.bettejo.wordpress.com   Besides her blog she recently published and authored the humorous fiction book, "The Scam," check it out at(www.bettejodux.com) or  on Amazon.
http://www.bettejodux.com/

Monday, August 20, 2012

"Serenity Now..." 'James "kimo" Rosen'

Eric Briksa enjoys a delicacy at Costco outdoor
cafe in Lihu'e, Hawai'i. A giant hot-dog and giant drink
still only $1.50! One can't even buy a soft drink
for that price at most places.
Aloha, Check out my Opinion article in the October 15,2012 edition of the  Kaua'i Garden Island news, " Serenity Now." It's about Costco outdoor cafe!http://thegardenisland.com/news/opinion/mailbag/letters-for-monday-oct/article_98c1583a-1691-11e2-ad86-001a4bcf887a.html
 
Serenity Now

Costco outdoor cafe in Lihu'e is  still the place  to go on for an inexpensive  meal on the cosmic island of Kaua'i. No membership card is asked for at the outdoor cafe, so anyone, even non-members line up in the never ending lines on a daily basis.
Where else can you get a 100% 1/4 lb plus beef frank  with  optional sauerkraut and a refillable 24 oz. soft drink for $1.50?

Costco  outdoor cafe  still has not grasped the aged old  concept of 'roped of lines' as banks and most fast food restaurants employ ,where the next person in any line  goes to the next available ordering window.  

Remember, just have patience in case you pick the wrong line and the person in front of you happens to be  ordering for the tour bus in the parking lot. In that case just repeat after me, "Serenity now..." 

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Aloha, Check out my Opinion article in the October 15,2012 edition of the  Kaua'i Garden Island news, " Serenity Now." It's about Costco outdoor cafe!http://thegardenisland.com/news/opinion/mailbag/letters-for-monday-oct/article_98c1583a-1691-11e2-ad86-001a4bcf887a.html
 

Sunday, August 19, 2012

"All it takes is one person..." 'Judith whitehead' (Inspiration Monday)

"Guest-blogger Judith Whitehead lives in Amherst N.Y. and has worked in the ophthalmology field of medicine for over 30 years..." Judy talks about paying it forward in all caps... ;D) Enjoy...

 ALL IT TAKES IS ONE PERSON

SOME DAYS WHEN WORKING IN THE MEDICALFIELD YOU GET ONE DIFFICULT PATIENT AFTER ANOTHER; SOME ARE UNHAPPY AND WANT TO SHARE ALL THEIR TROUBLES WITH YOU OR TAKE IT OUT ON YOU. 

ALL IT TAKES IS ONE PERSON TO APPRECIATE YOUR EFFORTS AND SHARE THOSE THOUGHTS WITH YOU.  IT CAN TURN YOUR WHOLE DAY AROUND.

IT'S SOMETHING TO KEEP IN MIND...TRY AND PAY IT FORWARD DURING YOUR DAY. IT WILL MAKE YOU AND THE OTHER PERSON FEEL GREAT, WORTHWHILE AND MAKE THEIR DAY.

Hana Hou #1 (Encore) Jewish Trivia...


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Jewish Trivia (You may or may not know - Enjoy!)
The Rooseveltscid:X.MA2.1256918143@aol.com were Jewish Dutch, arriving in NYC in 1682 (Originally named
Claes Rosenvelt before name change to Nicholas Roosevelt) Sarah Delano,
FDR's mother, was descended from Sephardic Jews.
Joseph Stalincid:X.MA3.1256918143@aol.com was originally named Joseph David Djugashvili (translating into "son of a Jew.") As well, all 3 of the women he married were Jewish.

Dwight Eisenhower'scid:X.MA4.1256918143@aol.com father was a Swedish Jew and was so identified in the
West Point Yearbook of 1915.


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Saturday, August 18, 2012

"My Dollars on Kollar..!" 'James "Kimo" Rosen'



 

My dollar is on Kollar..! Justin Kollar  for Kaua'i county
Prosecutor. No District attorney's on Kauai, they call
them Prosecutors because in the past most candidates
were not attorney's or educated. Justin is not
only educated but a decent guy!
Remember to vote!  I like to say our local race is between
 Justin Time and Justin Sane.
Photo above of Justin Kollar courtesy of the campaign to
elect Justin Kollar


Aloha, Check out my opinion article in the '10-19-12' edition of the Kaua'i Garden island news, "My Dollar on Kollar!

http://thegardenisland.com/news/opinion/mailbag/letters-for-friday-oct/article_0900bd32-19c3-11e2-b0c3-0019bb2963f4.html
The  Kaua'i county  primary  for Prosecutor was clearly won by Justin Kollar defeating incumbent Shaylene Iseri Carvalho with 51% of the vote (6883 votes) to Iseri Carvalho's 49% of the vote. (6691 votes) 
Justin Kollar clearly the winner by 50% plus one! 

I am hoping in the future if the  primary winner is decided by more than a 50%  plus one margin to do what Honolulu and many municipalities do,  declare that candidate the winner without  requiring them to partake in  another expensive and stressful election cycle three months later.

Why vote for the exact same thing in the general election? The taxpayers save money with one less ballot and the candidates can concentrate on their jobs vs. waiving signs and  blocking sidewalks for the next 3 months?

 I've got my Dollar on Kollar! Kollar, the best candidate for your taxpaying dollar.


http://thegardenisland.com/news/opinion/mailbag/letters-for-friday-oct/article_0900bd32-19c3-11e2-b0c3-0019bb2963f4.html


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Friday, August 17, 2012

"Fat is different nowadays..." 'Obama da Dog'

Fat is different now,
 we  now call fat woman full figured,
we tell fat men they should play football.


 I was recently watching re-runs of thew classic TV show the Honeymooners with Jackie Gleason and Audrey Meadows.
When I was a kid everyone used to say how fat Jackie Gleason was. Watching the show now he does not seem fat, maybe a little husky but in today's worlds he would look normal, not fat.

Fat was different when I was a kid, someone 30 lbs overweight was considered morbidly obese, now someone is not morbidly obese until they are alt least 100 lbs overweight.

Fat is different now, we  now call fat woman full figured, we tell fat men they should play football. Although there are thousands of diet fads and numerous articles and TV shows on health and diet everyone feels  more comfortable in their skin these days.

Back in the day, not every kid on the baseball team won trophy's , now everyone wins a trophy for something. 

What ever to happen to the good old days when you could call someone a fat slob, or actually award someone a trophy for outstanding achievement? 

It's time everyone take a serious look in the mirror and know that all men are not created equal!


 
Hana Hou, (Encore) Shared from Youtube.  "A Hilarious tribute to Jackie Gleason
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Thursday, August 16, 2012

"Gourmet or Gourmand ..?" 'Michael A. Herr' (Aloha Friday)


Renowned author Michael Herr is back guest-blogging on this awesome Aloha Friday talking about  the difference between  connoisseurs and common sewers.  ;D)... Make sure and check out Michael's website at; http://www.michaelherr.com/



It's Aloha Friday.


Gourmet or Gourmand ? Oh, heck, let's just eat.


Aloha folks,


Contradiction: I love to eat . . . but I have little taste. By that I mean that I am no gourmet. I have taste buds, but my stomach more often dictates my eating.

I enjoy food, but I probably do not appreciate it to the degree that some would say I should. For example, I don't like oysters. Miss Manners says that they are the first course of a dinner. I guess I'll come late to that dinner. I have eaten them barbecued . . . but raw? No thank you.

Truffles? Caviar? Other little fancy things? Forget them, where are the pizza rolls?

I love meat, but while I can tell the difference between chuck steak and fillet Mignon I'm happy to eat either one. As long as the steak is rare, very rare.

Wine? I know there's red and white and in-between. But a great wine versus a merely good wine? It's all the same to me. Though I do love champagne . . . mostly for the bubbles.

Coffee? It’s great, as long as you put enough Splenda
and cream in it. But a premium roast or a truck stop brew? All the same to me.No, I'm definitely not a gourmet. I like what I like and I like my servings to be ample.

According to the following definition, I must be more of a gourmand.
"According to some, there is technically no difference in Modern English between the terms gourmet and gourmand. Both have the meaning typically ascribed to gourmet, a person who enjoys and appreciates fine food. However, the two terms differ in their connotative meanings."

Many English speakers feel that gourmand implies a tendency towards gluttony and that a gourmet is a somewhat more reserved individual. The first may be more of a hedonist and the second considered more of a critic, though both are connoisseurs. In older or more conservative usage, gourmand is closer in meaning to glutton."

Glutton? Me? I was going to protest this, but several unpleasant remembrances of time spent in some chilly porcelain bathroom following an evening of excessive eating force me to conclude that, yes, I may indeed be a gourmand. But I prefer that term to glutton.

Okay folks, see you next week.

 


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Wednesday, August 15, 2012

"Politics, skeletons and wrongdoings..."‏ 'James "Kimo" Rosen'

Ann Punaho shows her support for president Obama with a
recent one woman sign waiving  event in Kapa'a town
Politics, especially the presidential race is now about the opposing candidates alleged skeletons and wrong-doings than it is about politicians telling us why they are qualified and what they will do to make this a better country.

Democrats want to see Romney's income tax returns and Republicans want to see Obama's birth-certificate for the 500th time. Obama may have smoked pot in high school and Romney may have bullied a gay kid and tied a kennel with a dog in it to the roof of his car, however what does this have to do with rebuilding America?


I am sure both candidates are good men and both want whats best for America.

What would be best for America is to not vote for either of the major two political parties, vote Independent, vote Green, vote anything but traditional Republican-Democrat, otherwise there will never be change.



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Tuesday, August 14, 2012

"WEE(d) AND ME..." 'Bettejo Dux' (Classic Wednesday)

Guest-blogger Bettejo Dux is one of Kauai's most delightful  people, she has lived on the cosmic island of Kaua'i for over 40 years... She is an animal lover, people lover and enjoys life to the fullest.  Today is Bettejo's 82nd Birthday, The photo above is from her birthday party this past Sunday where she made delicious ono Ahi Kabobs for  her human friends, animal friends and family. She invites all of you to her Birthday party next year. Keep reading this column for  more details.  and check out the enclosed photo book from Bettejo's 82nd Birthday party this past weekend;

www.bettejodux.com


WEE(d) AND ME

Sometimes when things get as sticky wicket as they are today, the only thing to do is pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and take yourself out to lunch. Well, I had to go shopping anyhow…

… at the metropolitan Kalaheo Post Office where I picked up a zillion catalogs and bills,  I met Helen. She’s a Jehovah’s Witness. Used to walk the street with a Watch Tower in her hand. She tells me ‘they’ now speak about atheists-ouch-and  when she dies she’s not going to heaven but coming back to paradise on earth. That sounds neat. I’d come back too, only I don’t think I’d like to spend all eternity in heaven or planet earth with Helen and the Jehovah's.

When I got to Old Koloa Town and did my shopping at the Big Save, I met a man at the head of the line, a tourist,  who was passing out money like it was going out of style. I asked for some- since I had to go home and feed Ari, my horse-but he, the guy, not Ari, shook his head. ‘Course I had a basket of Chardonnay and Kahlua so guess he didn't believe me. Believers, I tell you. I din’t gets no money. Ari  ate anyways, and I took the booze home.

At this point I hied myself into the darling-est Pizza joint in Old Koloa Town- just beyond the colossal mess the Knudsen’s made-Pizzetta-that’s amore- restaurant, where I immediately dumped the most delicious pizza I've ever eaten on the floor. I was stony cold sober, honest, at that stage. It was replaced and cleaned up-post haste-by the cutest dimpled waitress I ever saw. Met there a guy named Tom-with his two children and a wife-from Alaska. I am not a people collector but I meet people easily-I am legally defined by a shrink as delightful and ongoing even though I am a secular humanist- so when I asked if he was a ‘Palin’ fan, he said, “She embarrasses us.” So I gave him my card and invited him to my house.

So where does the WEE(d) AND ME come in? Well, forty years ago-at least- in Old Koloa Town, which was a wreck but  didn't have the messy black tarps the Knudsen’s erected, or any Pizza joint, fancy or not, when a little hippie friend offered me a toke-is that what you call it?-on a Thai stick. What the hell is a Thai stick, I wondered. But, not caring to appear too super uncool, I replied, Cooley, “Yep” and took a drag. I damn near chocked to death. I’m not a smoker. My throat burned and my eyes watered and I thought I was going to die. Didn't. But I rushed out and killed at least a half a dozen passing tourist meandering up the road towards Spouting Horn. That’s a lie. What I did do was go on a crying jag that lasted three days. Never tried that again.

Well at least I admitted I took a drag. So there Bill Clinton.


For a photo book of Bettejo's 82nd birthday party go to;


Bettejo celebrates her Birthday with 'Boots' 
one of her many friends...
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Bettejo  also  publishes her own blog column.
You can check it out at ;  http://www.bettejo.wordpress.com   Besides her blog she recently published and authored the humorous fiction book, "The Scam," check it out at(www.bettejodux.com) or  on Amazon.
http://www.bettejodux.com/

Monday, August 13, 2012

"Social media has changed our way of friendship..." 'James "Kimo" Rosen

Just because we do not agree on everything,
doesn't mean we can't be friends...

 This blog appeared as an  opinion article in the  09-06-12 edition of the  Kaua'i Garden Island news, "We can agree to disagree."  
http://thegardenisland.com/news/opinion/mailbag/letters-for-thursday-sept/article_fffd9c1a-f801-11e1-9ba6-0019bb2963f4.html


Society has changed quite a bit since the introduction of social media. people on facebook will unfriend you if you endorse a political candidate they don't like, or support a religion they are not.

 It used to be people could  be friends and have  differences of opinions, not any more. I named my dog Obama and my Republican friends no longer invite me to their weekly potlucks I used to be part of.
Many people have unfriended me on facebook. I support some Democrats, some Republicans , some Green,and some Independents. I consider myself to be an Independent.
It's either think exactly like me or get out of my life.
The following quote from Rick Warren says it all;
"Our culture has accepted two huge lies.
The first is that if you disagree with someones lifestyle, you must fear them or hate them.
The second is that to love someone means you agree with everything they believe or do.
Both are nonsense. You don't have to compromise convictions to be compassionate."

And if you don't agree with me I'm never talking to you again! 
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