http://www.auntiepupule.com/blog/index.php Tales from Chinatown, Honolulu and beyond...reality and back! en http://backend.userland.com/rss092 The Slippah Foundation ]]> http://www.auntiepupule.com/blog/index.php?id=1449 Christmas Music filled the air. Everyone was happy from little ones to the elderly. Seeing my fellow neighbors once again brought memories of time gone by. Here I was again...bringing Slippahs to them. This is where it started, Five years ago. [IMG]http://i263.photobuc ..]]> http://www.auntiepupule.com/blog/index.php?id=1448 The Slippah Project! Last year, "WE" serviced Oahu, Maui, Kauai and The Big Island. Together, "WE" can do it AGAIN!! WE ARE THE PEOPLE'S PROJECT!! Let da Fun Raising begin! Auntie Lynn aka Auntie Pupule To donate please go to: http://www.slippah.org]]> http://www.auntiepupule.com/blog/index.php?id=1443 Conrad is busy in Kentucky going to Drill Sargent School. He's doing well. Everyone is home in AMERICA. *YaY* So much to tell. And The Slippah Project will be launched on November 1st too. Keep smiling. Keep believing. Keep up the faith in God. Love and ALOHA, Auntie Lynn aka Auntie Pupule ]]> http://www.auntiepupule.com/blog/index.php?id=1442 I walked with my supervisor and the big bosses to the front. A vendor was disputing what I reported. Instructed not to say anything but listen. And so I did. The facts were given. Right smack in the middle of ukapila people walking by and vendors looking on, we all stood where the incident occurred. Suddenly, the large man pointed his fingers to me and yelled at the top of his lungs, "You LIAR!!! You CRAZY!!!" I looked at him and smiled. In my head, I thought..."Why do I need dis three small wahines to protect me?" I quickly realized because they're my bosses. And if I let loose what wanted to come out in me...The Beast. I would make chop suey outta the SOB. But I remained calm even when he continued yelling. Cause even if he denied. I had witnesses! The Truth prevails. There's an old saying: Sticks and Stones may hurt my bones but names will never HURT ME! ]]> http://www.auntiepupule.com/blog/index.php?id=1433 The same tooth is hurting me again. I want to have it yanked out but the dentist keeps saying it needs a root canal. Problem is, insurance. PK's $1,000 up front. Mine was somehow not turned in. I kept saying I needed Dental Insurance but nothing was done. I wake up this morning, and my left cheek is swollen, my tooth is sore and shua enough it has an abscess. Lucky, I have Amoxicillin. My insurance doesn't get into effect till August 1st! Am I angry. Very. And in PAIN. Nuff said. Auntie Lynn]]> http://www.auntiepupule.com/blog/index.php?id=1431 (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. ]]> http://www.auntiepupule.com/blog/index.php?id=1430 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]]> http://www.auntiepupule.com/blog/index.php?id=1429 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]]> http://www.auntiepupule.com/blog/index.php?id=1428 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]]> http://www.auntiepupule.com/blog/index.php?id=1427