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Kamaaha
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Country: United States
State: Hawaii
Metro: Honolulu
Gender: Male
Interests: EATING, Hawaiian Music, Eating, Ukulele, Eating, Guitar, Eating, Piano, Eating, Cooking, Eating What I Cook, EATING.
Expertise: Transportation Planning, Public Transportation, Bus Transit
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Member Since:
5/27/2004
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| Today was a wild one.
Not because of anything crazy, but there was a lot to get done in a very time-limited space.
Taking into account that I was on vacation today, it seems like today should have been very easy. But for whatever reasons, it was not.
Woke up early this morning to put my pipikaula-style short ribs in the oven after the overnight marination. This was supposed to take seven to eight hours at 200 degrees. The meat is part of Joe and my tradition to try make something special for each others' birthday... recall the luau stew and the two-times-made tripe stew that burned and caught fire a few years ago.
As soon as the oven was warmed, the ribs were drying, and the house was meaty-smelling, I left the house to go pick up the dining room table in Halawa.
As I expected, the whole set (table and six chairs) did NOT fit in the Taco Truck in one load. So I took the table and three chairs and drove home slowly, praying for no rain. No rain. All the while I worried about the ribs in the oven, considering that the house could burn down since I intentionally left the oven on. Especially since the last time I cooked birthday tripe for Joe there was a fire/casualty/stew fatality.
Managed to squeeze a work conference call in on the drive home. I cautioned the guys that if I cut out suddenly, I probably lost my furniture on the road, so be warned.
When I got home, I unloaded what I could and cleared the way to bring the table in. Uh, oh... Houston, we have a problem. I didn't think the table would fit through the front door, so I cleared the path through the back yard and the screen door in the rear of the house. Better. Joe came over to help me carry the table. Man, it was heavy. Set everything up haphazardly, checked the meat, which was still drying with the smoky smell permeating the whole house. Showered and dressed, got ready for a 1pm work meeting at the municipal building.
Drove back to town, still worrying about the meat setting the house ablaze now with my new furniture inside too.
Had a long but very productive meeting about our bus fleet plans, purchases, procurements and needs. After that, headed back to the furniture store in Halawa to get the rest of the three chairs.
Then I realized I hadn't eaten anything today, so went to pick up a sandwich at Blimpie.
Got home through traffic and was very relieved to find that the house did not burn down with the new furniture in it. Unloaded the chairs and checked on the meat, which I could smell from outside in the driveway. It was pretty good, but by this time I was tired of smelling it and being concerned about it.
I soon realized that all my clothes smelled like smoked meat, so I had to throw a load in to have something to wear out tonight. Argh. So I finished preparing the meat and took care of the laundry.
Got ready to go to Nanakuli to Joe's for his birthday, and finally was able to relax.
And now I'm back home. After all that, I think sleep will be fine. I worried about that damn meat all day today. Funny to think: the neighbors had two false emergency/burglar alarms today in which the fire department had to respond once to our cul-de-sac. If my house had burned, they may not have come so quickly probably thinking it was a false alarm.
So the meat was a success (the greatest feeling came from Joe's stern aunty who yelled at everybody since meat that good needed poi), the house didn't burn down, and I have a lot of new furniture to arrange and break in.
And I'm gonna sleep in tomorrow.
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| Okay, get ready.
This will not be easy reading. But more than a Christmas miracle, I believe in the power of coincidence.
And whoops, sorry, but this is going to be a Xanga blog about the Facebook universe.
Recently, my good friend Kalehua added me as a friend on Facebook. She teaches at the Hawaiian school up on the hill. We caught up on old times, and I noticed that one of her students had added her as a friend.
Coincidence 1This student was one of her favorite students who happens to be my cousin Halia. Coincidence 2
Halia found out he is also related to my friend Kalehua, so technically I am now related by marriage to her. Wow. We are family. Coincidence 3
I met Halia and really hung out at our last family reunion where I met some of Quasy's cousins, so technically Quasy and I were related too (until the divorce). Wow again. It was at this time that I became somewhat interested in the Mormon religion, since Halia and his family were all Mormon and they were a nice family. Coincidence 4
Halia adds me as a friend on Facebook and catches up with me in chat. I find out he's home from his mission for a little while. Coincidence 5
Crispy Gau Gee and hubby and I caught the bus to pick up my car this afternoon before going out. Two Mormon missionaries get on and are a little confused with the bus service, so I help them out. Coincidence 6
Halia catches me on chat tonight. He's telling me about the work he does as a missionary, and I remark to him that I saw two missionaries on the bus and thought of him. After telling him one was from Taiwan and the other was from Oregon, he writes, "I know who you're talking about! Elder Wang and Elder Olson!" Yeah, as a matter of fact those were their names. Small world, both of the missionaries are staying with my aunty and uncle them in Kalihi. Elder Wang, indeed.
So that about sums it up. It really wasn't as interesting as I thought now that I read it back. Oh well, I sure got excited about it ten minutes ago.
Thank you for tuning in to my minor Festivus miracle.
Happy belated Christmas to all and let's ring in this New Year like nobody's business!
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| Holidays are always good times to blog.
Especially when your blog is dying and you don't know if anyone else is gonna read it (thank you very much Facebook and Twitter).
But I would like to say that I am thankful for everyone in my life, and that includes those that know me in real life and those that know me only online. Makes no difference, it's like sharing my living room with everyone.
Tomorrow will be an eat-a-thon like no other.
I have to wake up at 4:30 in the morning to get to the parents' place by 5 so I can start work on the 17 pound roast my mom bought.
No, we're not feeding a large group of Hungarians, but for some reason she thought that each of the six of us (counted the twins as one person to exaggerate) needed a little under three pounds of meat each.
Since we don't have a roasting pan that fits a two-foot-long rib roast, I have to do triple threat and roast three ways: rotisserie, infrared-late-night-tv-infomercial oven, and regular oven.
Hopefully it's cooked by Friday. And that's for lunch.
Later on will be the TurkeyFryFest at GtheRoot's place. Thinking about crafting some crab-cream cheese mandoos too.
Anyway, eat up all, and my blog is still here; it can be here!
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| I've committed once again to protein.
Since 24-Hour Fitness had Muscle Milk on sale, I bought yet another tub that I hope to finish.
Since the $19.95 (on sale) had quite the ramifications on the next month or so of breakfast, it was not a decision to take lightly. Chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla or chocolate?
I'm surprised, I really am. I opted for the chocolate.
And now I regret it. It has an oily, over-sweet, coco-nutty taste to it which I abhor. Strong word, this "abhor," but I really hate it. I'm stuck with it for a long time until I finish it. And since I dread drinking it, this really could be forever. I think back to RK's post long ago emblazoned with the header, "The SHITTY rice is gone," or something like that. I feel the same way.
Could it be because I bought the low-sugar one? This tub was a third of the size of its sugared brethren. Or maybe I should've just gotten the vanilla. It doesn't help that I'm allergic to something in this low-sugar chocolate version... had hives the first two times I drank it, but I was determined to push through and my body's getting used to it. No more hives, but I travel with a Benadryl in my pocket.
Well, off to suffer through another chocolate Magic Bullet ice-blended Muscle Milk nightmare and hit the gym for some Sunday morning cardio.
Aloha!
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| I think I want to have a board game get-together.
Just where a whole bunch of people come together, heavy pupus, some drinks, and stuff like Cranium, Scrabble, Jenga, Pictionary, Scattergories, Taboo... stuff like that.
Hopefully things don't get nuts like last time, which ended up with drama involving thrown furniture and contusions, no concussions.
I recall a time we played "Dare Jenga" where RW (now RC) had to drink this mixture of sweet-sour sparerib gravy mixed with fruit punch and mac salad.
Those were good times.
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