How is it that Danny Hamada back when he was a principal could get away with shoving a kid in a trash can head first because he annoyed him. How is it that Danny Hamada when as the district superintendent was sanctioned by the Labor Board for not reprimanding a principal who humiliated and lied about a teacher in front of students and faculty; how is it that NOW that piece of shit, Danny Hamada, is the principal of my daughter's high school. How can that even happen?
What's wrong with this picture?
How is it that that evil bitch Debbie Lindsey is still stuck on our shoes like cat shit, never relenting, and now my husband's grandchildren attend the school where she is principal? How could 2 more worthless and undeserving people be in charge of schools? I mean...Debbie...are you sure you have time to keep track of those little guys? I mean, it looks to me like you could really use some help fertilizing your crops in FarmVille! (They are a bit on the puny side because they haven't been fertilized yet) You're full of shit - just use some of that for you CROPS.
This tune couldn't be dedicated to 2 more deserving people. Debbie Lindsey and Danny Hamada, there is a special place in the bowels of hell for both of you.
The advantage of being in high places
Is that you never have to look up
The advantage of being in high places
Is that you never have to look up
And you feel like a big shot
It makes you feel like a big shot
It makes you feel like a big shot
Makes you feel like a real big shot
The advantage of being in high places
Is that people look so small
The advantage of being in high places
Is that people look so small
And you feel like a big shot
It makes you feel like a big shot
It makes you feel like a big shot
Makes you feel like a real big shot
The trouble with being in high places
Is when you fall it's a long way down
The trouble with being in high places
Is when you fall it's a long way down
The trouble with being in high places
The trouble with being in high places
The trouble with being in high places
The trouble with being in high places
Is when you're down nobody picks you up
The trouble with being in high places
Is when you're down nobody picks you up
Cuz you acted like a big shot
So what happened to the big shot
So what happened to the big shot
You thunk you were a real big shot
The trouble with being in high places
The trouble with being in high places
The trouble with being in high places
The trouble with being in high places
Song by Los Lobos (how perfect - WOLVES)
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Why I'm here
Well, I'm not a stay at home mom. That's not the right words. I'll just say I'm done working.
Besides, my youngest child is a teenager now. I remember when I was pregnant with her, definitely not looking like I was in my twenties, possibly looking like in my late thirties, and working as a waitress, the only kind of job a haole can get in Hawaii, and giving dirty looks and waving the menu at people who were smoking (before the smoking ban) and 8 months pregnant with what turned out to be a nine pound baby girl, having a difficult time carrying those plates more than one at a time, and having some not so bright tourist (most are not that bright to begin with anyhow, or they wouldn't come to this rainy island) ask me a stupid question like "is this your first baby?" Uh, lady, I'm 42 years old, no, this is not my first baby, this is my LAST baby!
And the Friday before Christmas was my last day at work, and I remember walking out of there and barely able to get behind the steering wheel of my car, thinking to myself, "I'm done working". And that's it. I started when I was 16, I wrapped presents in a major department store. I worked all those years, I answered dispatch phones for the CHP, for a couple decades, listening to every single person who was screaming at me either because they crashed their car, or it was missing. And then I moved to Hawaii and became a waitress. Everyone should have to be a waitress sometime in their life. It requires basic common sense, legs that look good in short shorts, and the ability to balance plates. I did that for 5 1/2 years, and at 8 1/2 months pregnant, I said, "you know, I'm done working now".
Besides, my youngest child is a teenager now. I remember when I was pregnant with her, definitely not looking like I was in my twenties, possibly looking like in my late thirties, and working as a waitress, the only kind of job a haole can get in Hawaii, and giving dirty looks and waving the menu at people who were smoking (before the smoking ban) and 8 months pregnant with what turned out to be a nine pound baby girl, having a difficult time carrying those plates more than one at a time, and having some not so bright tourist (most are not that bright to begin with anyhow, or they wouldn't come to this rainy island) ask me a stupid question like "is this your first baby?" Uh, lady, I'm 42 years old, no, this is not my first baby, this is my LAST baby!
And the Friday before Christmas was my last day at work, and I remember walking out of there and barely able to get behind the steering wheel of my car, thinking to myself, "I'm done working". And that's it. I started when I was 16, I wrapped presents in a major department store. I worked all those years, I answered dispatch phones for the CHP, for a couple decades, listening to every single person who was screaming at me either because they crashed their car, or it was missing. And then I moved to Hawaii and became a waitress. Everyone should have to be a waitress sometime in their life. It requires basic common sense, legs that look good in short shorts, and the ability to balance plates. I did that for 5 1/2 years, and at 8 1/2 months pregnant, I said, "you know, I'm done working now".
About Me
- hulamama
- I do yoga to keep from shrinking and from losing my mind. I don't say "Om", and I usually listen to morning music.
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HELLO Hulamama,
Just a short note to say hello and let u know that we've missed heating from u. Hope all is well with u and your family. Take care. Me' KeAloha Pumihama,
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Mahalo.
Faith, Hope, Love
Hope springs eternal
The greatest of these is Love
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