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| 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;
Hana Hou, (Encore) Shared from Facebook...… 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;
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| Bettejo celebrates her Birthday with 'Boots' one of her many friends... |
| 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. |
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