Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The Three-Year-Old Truth

I have something to confess. It’s been three years since this happened, but well, people are starting to find out anyway. I might as well get everything out in the open.

Four years ago, there was this guy…and…3 years ago…

*deep breath*

…my friend gave birth to a baby girl!

Okay, that was for JayLee, whom I’m surprised was the only one to make a joke implying that I had a secret love-child! :D

It started when I began to make FB updates about getting beat up by a 3-yr old. Over the summer I’ve had the opportunity to spend time with Kaya while her grandma worked around the church. Kaya is…a handful! She is a very strong-willed child who likes to have her way, is quick to pout but just as quick to smile, and reminds me of myself. Except that I’ve never been quite as vocal as Kaya can be!

Kaya jumping for leaves; Jennifer shooting one-handed.The only difficult part is that Kaya is tall for her age. And she can play kinda rough so that’s what the updates on the beat downs have been regarding. She likes to harvest leaves from trees. If you see a bare branch around church, especially a low-lying branch, it probably means Kaya has visited. She likes to be lifted up to reach the higher branches. Guess who gets to lift her up!

Kaya thinks I'm a tree, for climbing purposes.

We’ve gotten into this little game where Kaya pretends to carry me on her back. She likes hearing about how strong she is and how she’s got more muscle than me. *checks arms* That last part might actually be true at the moment. Excuse me while I go lift some weights…

…I should finish this entry first. I’ll lift those weights later.
There’s No Yelling in Church!
It just seems to me that church mothers don’t really yell or raise their voice to their children during church. I suppose hanging out with Kaya, it kinda creeps me out a little that church mothers are so…nice. I was watching for even a stern look from a parent when I saw a kid running a little wild.

My mom had no problems reining me in at church. If she hadn’t, we probably would’ve been kicked out for excessive abuse of hymnals. Let’s leave it at that.

They're so cute at that age.Anyways, Kaya was having a pouty day and arguing with another little girl. Kaya ran away to her grandma without me. I followed her. She wanted to come with me so we went back outside. More arguing and an attempt to run to Grandma again. I called her, loudly. Kaya stopped, turned around and very slowly came back to me. I had to explain that if she ran back to Grandma without me again that she wouldn’t be able to come with me and I would go away. No more running away.

Kaya is VERY good practice for hopefully becoming a mother someday. Keep in mind that I was/am a strong-willed child myself, so I pretty much know how to handle Kaya. I mean, each child is different but so far so good.

She already knows to say “thank you.” I’m getting her to say “you’re welcome” when someone says “thank you” to her. She’s very smart. She loves to watch plays; she’ll be very still and quiet if taken to a play. She’ll even shush you if you make a noise. Only, if she sits in my lap, her head is in my face and I’m eating her curls. I had to watch half the play with a tilted head and my neck was aching after! But it’s okay.

Since Kaya can be very pouty, it’s such a great sense of joy when I can get her to smile again. I think I get just a tiny sense of what a mother feels.

But no biological clock ticking here! I’m waiting on God’s timing for all of that and am content to find a husband first. Of course, that’s all if God wills me to have a family. :D

Grandma usually has Kaya on Thursday mornings. One Thursday afternoon, I was ambushed by the little joy. I took my new toy out and started taking pictures. Kaya, of course, wanted to take pictures herself. I carefully showed her how and to make sure she had the strap around her wrist. We had no accidents, except that she hasn’t quite got the use of the video feature yet. She actually took a few good shots. I think I might hafta hire her to be my assistant one day.

Mahalo for reading! And in a few months, the updates shall change to beat downs from a 4-yr old! I’m so looking forward to that.

Here’s a few of the shots from our photo day:

It started on a pouty moment.

Then she came out and terror spreads over my face out of necessity.
R: Grandma, as seen by Kaya.

L: Playing keep away with the camara.
R: Kaya catches me trying to lick my clavicle.

L: "No no no..."
R: Kaya showing off her pretty slipper.

L: Gotta have the butt shot. Well, it is my good side.
R: Kaya loves her mommy.

Monday, September 15, 2008


I have been given the title warning by Apple. Lemme just say it’s weird being scolded by someone younger than me, but I love it! At least I know someone’s reading!

It is halfway into the month and this is the first post of the month. I…am…ashamed. Haha, not really. I have intentions of posting regularly and I have entries waiting to be posted but…life happens. The past few weeks have been a case of having too much on my mind and not having enough of a release to sort any of it into some kind of coherent…whatever. If you know me, this is no surprise.


What’s My Age vs. MI
Mission Impossible was originally planned for August, but one of the leaders came down with health problems and maybe other things happened that I’m not aware of. August MI was cancelled.

I had decided to celebrate my birthday this year whether or not I feel like it. I wanted to make the celebration a gathering on the casual side. Auntie Shirlynne gave permission to have it at her house. Auntie and Uncle are away for a little bit and will be coming back later this week. We agreed to have my gathering at their house on the 20th.

If I celebrate my birthday at all, it is usually done in October. Don’t ask me why. Because of this and other reasons, people for years have been confused as to when my actual birthday is, and that is fine with me. So this year’s event is early.

I put the event up on facebook and invited people. Then I got word that MI has been moved to September, on the 20th. Yes, that is the same night as my event. I would’ve liked to have known sooner because I’d like the event to be documented on the [IMPACT] blog and that has so far been my…task. I suppose I will just have to be at peace with circumstances out of my control.

The part that sucks is that about half the people I’ve talked to or hung out with recently are also [IMPACT] people. I want them to support [IMPACT] which is hosting MI. If you’re one of these people, I understand.

And if you’re wondering, no, I will not change the night of my event. It is the weekend that the house is open. I have a friend coming down from SF then. And my sister is moving to Seattle a few days after the event. On the one hand, MI comes only once a year, usually. On the other hand, a celebration of my birthday...comes less often!

Well, if you’re with [IMPACT] and you don’t get a chance to stop by Auntie’s, here’s a suggestion; invite me out for my actual birthday! If you know when that is. Or just send a very expensive gift and ALL will be forgiven.

Anyways, hope everyone has fun on the 20th!

And if any [IMPACT]-ers would like to write up a short summary of MI, please do so and let me know!

Buried Hatchet Resurfaces
Well, I have tried every possible action within my power. I had a really bad falling out years ago with a friend I thought I could trust. Anyways, aside from my naturally being a private person, the bitterness from the event had caused me to put a high, thick wall around me. God has effectively knocked that wall down and I am back to my normal level of privacy.

When God knocked the wall down and spoke to me, I forgave the whole situation. Anyone who knows anything of the event probably didn’t realize that I blamed myself for it even though I cannot figure exactly what I did wrong but let’s not get into all that here. Obviously I have some responsibility in the situation and at the least, I believe I must not have been the kind of friend the other party needed. For a long time, I tried to reach out to at the very least confront the issue, to get some reconciliation so on my end I could let go of the bitterness.

I shall call this “friend”… “Hatchet.” I ran into Hatchet’s mom and brother last month, had a nice chat. Then I felt led to contact Hatchet who is actually on my FB. I asked if we’re cool now and if I’m forgiven. I got back a lame response:

What’s in the past is done with. There’s too much in life to look forward to rather than dwell in the past.

Hatchet’s response doesn’t really surprise me. Hatchet has always been a fan of lame quotes and platitudes. Stuff like lame answers like that irritates me. I mean, why even respond at all? I wasn’t dwelling in the past. Given an opportunity for reconciliation or to confront a situation, I’m going for it.

So that is that. I had been wondering and now I have my answer; to Hatchet, I’m just another name on FB to rise up the GreenPatch ladder and other stuff.

What all this comes down to is that I had become good friends with bitterness and the answer, the only answer I needed, was to give it ALL to God. When you have feelings and you don’t know what to do with them, give them to God.

Fantasy, No Kidding!
I joined my friend’s fantasy football league on FB. I couldn’t think of a good name so I am manager of the Hilo Hot Rocks. With a random draft, I’ve got guys like the elder Manning, Plaxico and Wes Welker.

Here’s how you know it is fantasy. Week 1, I didn’t really set my lineup. I not only beat my opponent, I gained the top spot [1st of 6] in the league.

The past weekend was Week 2. I thought all my guys were playing Sunday and set my lineup on Friday. Then like 1 AM Sunday, my friend messaged me saying I had a guy with a bye. I quickly changed that and set the lineup. As I type this, all my guys have played, I am down by 7, and my opponent still has Romo to go on Monday! LOSE MONEY.

But I think I might have the #2 spot overall this week. We’ll see on Tuesday. Considering I played all the right guys without trading anyone, that all but one guy made more actual points than they were projected to and overall my team made 10 more actual points than projected, I’m doing pretty good.

That’s about it for now. Will I post tomorrow? Who knows. I’ll try. Or I’m just keeping you on the edge of your seats on purpose. The comment box has been pretty quiet these days…and I mean before I went on my little hiatus. I know at least 4 of you are reading…is it that the entries suck?!! Lol.

Well, here’s the deal. If I know people are reading, the more I’ll be inclined to post rather regularly. And leaving a comment is the easiest way for me to know someone’s keeping up here and there. If you’re shy you can even leave a comment anonymously.

Ehm, Mahalo for reading!

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