Archive for the ‘Hula Dancing’ Category
Posted in 
Tags: 
Grains and Tony Bordain – A Dream
*
Last night I had a dream I was spending a week at Tony Bordain’s beach house. It was New Year’s Eve. A lot of people were with me. In my dream I knew them but I can’t remember who they are now. Tony Bordain had a crush on me. I was thinking that I should write him a thank-you note for letting me crash at his beach house all week. I made a side salad. It was made from some kind of grain.
Dancing Hula in the Sunset District
Hey Pablo! — a dream last night
I had a dream about Paul Rodriguez last night. When I mentioned it to hubby he said “that’s enough, I don’t need to hear any more.” I tried to tell him it wasn’t that kind of dream, but he didn’t want to hear about it. I told him anyways. He turned up the volume on the TV but I kept talking. The TV has a finite volume. I don’t.
We were in San Francisco but the location was sort of like a
Dancing Hula in the Sunset District
Cats, Banana Sam and Taking the Kiddies at Their Word
When The Girl was about 3 years old I heard her ask from the other room “Mom, can I be a cat?” Thinking that she was going to crawl along the floor, saying meow, rubbing the side of her face against the furniture and pretending to scratch the furniture, I said “Sure, you can be a cat.”
A few minutes later I found her sitting on the living room floor with an orange Sharpie in her hand, drawing
Dancing Hula in the Sunset District
Lisa
The Boy has a girlfriend and her name is Lisa.
Lisa is 1 year old but she’s older than The Boy. She has red hair and blue eyes. Her dad’s name is Stoodoo. Her favorite color is white. She doesn’t have any pets.
I don’t know where the idea of Lisa came from, but it seems to make him happy.
I Never Could Get The Hang of Thursdays And I’m Blaming The Stupid Cat
I hate being annoyed awake. I hate when the first words out of my mouth in the morning are negative. It just sets the worst tone for the day. I’m blaming the cat.
Stupid cat.
He is a very sweet and patient cat, but he is a very stupid cat.
This morning, right before my alarm was scheduled to go off, the stupid cat started playing with something loud and crunchy. Batting it around the
Dancing Hula in the Sunset District
My Least Favorite Hula
Everyone hula dancer has her own “go-to” dance. Y’know, the one that if asked to dance hula they would say OK I’ll dance “(insert favorite hula dance here).” And, y’know, I’m guessing everyone has a hula they really don’t like to dance.
Last night towards the end of class Kumu pulled out a makua lua hoʻohiluhilu kula (my attempt at translating ‘golden oldie’), Papalina Lahilahi. Then we danced
Dancing Hula in the Sunset District
Book Review – Set Phasers on Par-Tay!
The other day The Boy totally needed to get out of the house. He needed a good run. I asked him where he wanted to go. He promptly said “the playground with the train.” At first I was a bit annoyed because we have to drive to ‘the playground with the train,’ and I wanted to walk him down to Ocean Beach and run him there. After grumbling a little bit I said I’d take him there but being that ‘the
Dancing Hula in the Sunset District