Time....just passes so very fast. My children are not children any more.

(Picture on Mothers Day 2007)

They've grown into productive and caring adults. My children. I am so proud of them.

Conrad is leaving again. This time to Kentucky. Not to war...ever again. He did his time. Now it's his duty to teach soldiers to be soldiers. He just became an E-7. Congratulations son.



Christy will be coming home soon. And my pimples and rashes will cease. heheheh

Den Justin Hartman and Justin Dela Cerna will come too.

Everything will be Pono again.

Time.

I really believe I am one of God's favorites.

Last week, I faced a man with a knife and another man punched his fist at me. I wasn't hurt. I used my training and got out of danger.

God gave me Time.

There are no Whacks Whacks in Real Life.

I not kidding. I ain't no Hero. I want to live to see my children and grand-children. I want to continue to better my community the best I know how. I have a new project in the making. Imi Pono o Kalihi. Strive to be righteous! It is fashioned after the Scared Straight Program. It will be launched soon.

Time.

When it our time to go....we have no say.

I am ready. When and if it's my TIME.



Thank you Lord, for loving me.

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I am a Twitter.com member. I enjoy putting 140 characters into a sentence and sharing it with those I choose. That's the beauty of Twitter. We choose our Twitter Friends and we also can block, protect our posts from being seen and copied from whomever we don't want it to be seen by....we hope. We can at any time "un-follow" anyone. Such be the case I did the other day.

Why?

Because I was tired of the person whining and bitching.

Simple.

Den the person sends me an email in bold telling me to take my FREAKEN MEDICATIONS!



All I wanted was to eliminate the bitching and whining from my screen. It is my prerogative. It doesn't mean I'm not her friend. I adore da bitch. Well, not now. Guess she thinks otherwise. Ainokea. I'm not gonna stop being who I am. And that is expressing myself by telling it like it is. Period.

Know me or not...I'll be there from the start if you should need my help. Ask anyone. Das how I am. Have a Beef with me? Go eat a Hamburger. I have no time to fight.



Auntie Lynn aka Auntie Pupule

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Year after year, the vendors took the abuse of the music from the steel drum players and their friends. The music played so loud their ears would hurt. They grumbled amongst each other because they felt no one cared. No one could help them. And so it was...until last night.

The music was monitored and HPD was called. The Vendors came together, unafraid and wrote their Statements individually and stood together in unison. Their voices as One. It is a Battle between the Vendors and The Steel Drum Performers.

The Vendors pays big bucks to rent their kiosks and spaces to sell their products and merchandise. They work seven days a week, 12-14 hours a day. To have to put up with Street Musicians who have no respect for their businesses is not right. Something must be done. The Street Performers are claiming 1st Amendment Rights. What they need is Whack Whacks. Don't get me wrong. I love music and I know what is a good beat. These bozos do not play music.

K-den. I getting hungry so come back. I'll write moa about it laterz.

Might get moa action tonight.

Reporting from my hale.



Auntie Pupule

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The humid air and heat ever present as I made my patrol. Waikiki. Tourists from all over the world visiting and having FuN. Suddenly, amongst the crowd, I see and hear a Caucasian male in his early twenties screaming and smashing ice cubes on the ground. He runs towards the alley. I pursue and call for back-up. It is only him and I. The man turns and says "I going kill somebody!" His eyes are like those of a Demon. I radio my fellow officers what he said and ask permission to crossover to assist. It is granted. We observe and then HPD arrives within minutes to apprehend the suspect.

The man is a Marine.

He was angry because the Parrot man followed him and he was irritated....he is Bi-Polar. He didn't take his medications.

A Trespass is issued. Unable to be on Kuhio and Kalakaua for One Year.



The moral of this Story. He made me work hard last night, the fucking dummy. He neba take his freaking PILLS!

Love and ALOHA,

Auntie Pupule

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Surviving Da Flu.

No, I did not have the Swine.

Da docta said I had da Regular FLU.

Wat's the difference? He asked me if I checked my fever with a thermometer?

I neba...so I got da regular FLU.

Nasty ting kicked my OKOLE just da same.

But I survived. Yep! I SURVIVED...and so did my Dear husband.

Imagine taking care of me?

No. Don't imagine.

K-den. Technicolor. Kodak Moments and Surround Stereo from High Fever all in one. The ride would have been awesome if not foa the chills, aches and pains. My neighbors must have thought an exorcism was being done minus the priests. I no shit you. Pua P.K., he married me.

We celebrate our 1st Anniversary this month. Applause.

Yep. The year has gone by sooo fast.

We wouldn't change a thing.



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I was working one night and da balloon man came up to me. His name is Cory. "Do you know where I can use a pay phone?" he asked. I reached inside my pant's pocket and took out my cell phone. As I gave it to him, he told me "You're gonna let me your cell phone?" He had a confused look. But he used it anyways. ha ha ha After he went to his suitcase and retrieved a bottle. "Take this in the morning and at lunch. Mix it with eight ounces of water. If you like it, email me. " I looked at the bottle and laughed. It was onnada weight loss thing. You seen one - you seen um all kinda thing...right? WRONG!

The next morning I opened the bottle and drank as instructed. I did it again at lunch. The taste was great and I felt energized. Every day was the same. And so it was. One week after, I lost SEVEN POUNDS.

One MONTH = TWENTY POUNDS!!

Where was Cory? In Dublin, Ireland. He left two days after giving me the bottle. In fact, it was the day before St. Patrick's Day! Hmmmm...was he my Leprechaun?



http://auntiepupule.taislim.com/order.cfm

Let me show how to lose the weight.

Love and ALOHA,



Auntie Lynn

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Ryan Ozawa, my Web Master, and friend organized the Second Annual Hawaii Geek Meet. It was held at the same park at Ala Moana's Magic Island. Once again, it was a complete success. Geeks from Hawaii Threads, Face Book, Twitter, Radio Enthusiasts, TechHui, Geocaching, etc. One Big OHANA.

All kinds of KauKau. Only in Hawaii.



















































































After we was pau and Judi kept telling everyone to take food home. I went up and put some in a box to take to Aala Park. I told my fellow Geeks and Ryan I was taking it to my Homeless friends. I couldn't see the kaukau going to waste. Call it a habit. After all, I'm da Slippah Lady.







Love and ALOHA,

Auntie Lynn

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