Hawaiian Supermom

I follow this lovely lady whose blog name is Thewizardsword and she follows this other lady whose blog is called Cee’s Photography and the latter blog has this thing on it called Share your world. Looked like fun, so it’s what I’m going to do.

I’m going to be real and honest so close your eyes and wander away if it’s TMI for you. Otherwise, here I am and here is me:

 

What makes you feel the most secure?

Prayers. Sounds a little weird coming from a non-church-going, non-religious person like me but I do pray and I pray to Ke Akua (this means God in Hawaiian) a lot– mostly for others, or when I feel thankful, and yes, I pray when I’m worried and when I feel scared. It always makes me feel better.

 

If you were a shoe, what kind would you be and why?

I would probably be a slipper. That’s what we call “flip-flops” “thong sandals” and “beach sandals” here in Hawaii so that’s what it is in my head and in my heart.

I chose slippers because shoes are way to restrictive what with their need to contain everyone and everything and man, their obsession with controlling their victim’s reactivity to the outside world is kind of annoying. What if my feet don’t want to sweat all day long? What if I don’t want to wear socks? See what I mean? And high heels are also out of the question because they’re not made for performance– unless you’re a stripper and then well, go perform you sexy thing you.

No, slippers represent freedom; they’re open, you can take them off whenever you want, wear them anywhere, and with anything– hey this is Hawaii. Pretty much everyone cool wears slippers– yes, even with dresses– and when you find a good pair you will wear them forever until your toes and heel prints are etched in to the foam and when they break or get lost, I don’t care who you are, you can’t replace the ones you wore the most. You will mourn and grieve for your favorite pair forever.   

 

How many languages do you you speak?

Ex-queeze me? I speak only zee language of love.

Nah but for real, I speak 5.

1. English
2. ‘Olelo Hawai’i (Hawaiian– grew up listening to my Grandma speak it, took 2 years in college, 1 year outside of college)
3. Pidgin English
4. Pig Latin
5. This weird language my stepdad taught us when we were kids that uses a lot of “G’s” in it

 

What was the largest city you have been to?  What is the one thing you remember most?

New York City. I remember walking everywhere because the taxis didn’t want to stop for us (yes, this kind of thing doesn’t only happen to African-American people. Ignorant people target anyone ‘different.’) There were 5 of us then, me, hubby, and our three kids: one in elementary school, a toddler and an infant so yeah, you know that stupid phrase people always say to people like us with a lot of kids– that, “oh boy you’ve got your hands full” one? Yeah four hands literally full of kids and bags. I also remember a cab guy finally pulling over for us and two rude women pushing us aside as we were getting in and telling the guy, “we’ll double what they’ll give you; take us now” and the guy actually taking their money and leaving us on the curb in the cold. (And no, I didn’t pray for them. I don’t pray for hateful, ugly people, sorry. I wish for karma to take a hold of them for a proper and prolonged thrashing instead.) I remember lights on everything, being so happy to see a tree, eating Junior’s cheesecake, going to the toy store, dropping by Central Park and taking a ride in a horse drawn carriage, and going to all of the museums. Different and memorable.

 

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I am grateful for a lot of things: the roof over our head, food in our stomachs, being able to live here on the land of our ancestors, that me and my family have each other, that I have a really good man who will always be right next to me, for my kids, for the time we have to spend doing the things we love like write, and yoga and paddle, and maybe even hate like cleaning, and that my teammates and I are continuing to do well. It’s nice, having girl friends. I had friends who were girls in high school and college and a few girls I’ve felt a bond with over the years, but it’s been a long time since I had girl friends like these. It’s nice to have that ‘spirit of sisterhood’ feeling with girls who aren’t genetically my sisters and nice that we have the same goal: to win. I’m looking forward to having more time to do all of the above, and to do all of them well.