Archive for July, 2006


The Big 2000

Yes, you read it right. As of today I have had 2000 hits on my lil ole blog. Now I know for some of you 2000 hits is nothing, just a flash in the pan. However I wasn’t really sure if anyone would like my blog. I tend to have a fairly plain and normal life. Which is why I don’t post daily. There just isn’t that much going on for me to blog about. But 2000 hits! That is noteworthy, at least to me it is and I couldn’t be happier.

Now if I could just find a way to average more than 5 comments per post that would be great ! Anyway just wanted to say something to mark this auspicious occasion. Those of you who are dropping by and not commenting may start to do so at any time. I think I have already established that I am a comment ho.Thanks to all of you who have gotten me this far. Lets keep it up !

OOOO I’m Avant Garde

Your Blogging Type is Unique and Avant Garde

You’re a bit … unusual. And so is your blog.
You’re impulsive, and you’ll often post the first thing that pops in your head.
Completely uncensored, you blog tends to shock… even though that’s not your intent.
You tend to change your blog often, experimenting with new designs and content.

YAY!! I did it,I finally learned how to insert these freakin quizzes into a post !! A big thank you to Brett over at the Spider’s Web . For informing me of how it is done !! However I don’t really think I am that shocking.

A Peek Inside my Library #4

I though that I would have a few more than two books to tell you about this time since I have been on vacation. But I don’t,seems the Mouse tended to eat up most of my time while in Florida.But the two that I do have to tell you about are awesome.

The first one is the latest by one of my favorite authors Michael Connelly. I have yet to pick up book of his and not be happy with the outcome. I think that in the Mystery/Cop/Thriller genre he is one of the better ones out there, along with Jeffery Deavers. His latest called The Lincoln Lawyer can be checked out here.

The next one is a book by an author that I have tried to pick up a few times, but she just didn’t do it for me. However, Kill the Messenger by Tami Hoag,grabbed me by page 5 and I was in it ’til the end. And what an ending it was. I never saw the end of this one coming and it kept me guessing all the way through.It had some very strong characters which I fell in love with right away. I am a sucker for characters who are likable from the first word out of their mouths.This book is full of those. Check it out here. Both of these are worth reading.

Other than that no real blogworthy news going on at this point.But check back soon. Plus I need some feedback on these book review posts. Do you guys enjoy them ? Find them boring ? What are your thoughts ? Let me know in the comment section, please.

False Alarm

They have now downgraded Hurricane Daniel to a tropical depression. He may not even reach Maui say some forecasters. (Breathe a sigh of relief). So it looks like we have been spared this time !!

In other news I finally uploaded my vacation pics to my kodak page.Those who wish to view them may do so here. Not much else to report at this time, we had a nice relaxing day at the beach today. Tomorrow you can all look forward to another installment of “A Peek inside my Library #4 “(at least I think it is #4).Anyway which ever number it is I will post it tomorrow. Until then,have a good night and a pleasant tomorrow.

On Hurricanes and Irony

Ok so A hurricane is headed straight at the Hawaiian Islands. Actually it was downgraded today to a tropical storm. I guess because the winds in it are now only 75 mph. But the forecasters say he may gain strength again before he hits us. And by looking at his trail if he does gain strength we are in trouble. We live on the north shore of Maui . In the surfer/hippie berg of Paia. We could walk to where all the professional surfers and wind surfers do their thing. And if the tracking is right it will hit a bit of the big island then head straight towards…you guessed it north shore of Maui. It is supposed to happen sometime next week.And all the locals are telling us that we are due for a hurricane supposedly we get one every 10 years.

Now, I am a little freaked out but not really worried. I have seen alot of natural disasters from close up. I have seen too many tornadoes to count growing up in Bama and then in San Jose I felt 2 minor earthquakes ( a 4.7 and a 3.9).So now it may be time to experience a Hurricane we shall see.

And now onto the irony. Ever since Patrick and I have been together he has been trying to get me to move to Key West. He lived there from Sept of 96 through 98 and was on the Key during Hurricane George.For any of you that have been to Key West he worked at Billie’s Bar. I told him there was no way I was going to live on a strip of land that was connected to the mainland by only a bridge due to the frequency of hurricanes. So we then compromised and moved here to Maui with the intention of staying here for a few years but ending up somewhere in Fla. Tampa/St.Pete being my favorites, my thinking being that at least they are on the mainland not just connected by a bridge. So now we are in the South Pacific. on an Island with no bridge to anywhere with an approaching storm. Does anyone else feel this is a tad ironic?? Maybe it’s just me.

Anyway keep us in your thoughts as next week approaches and if you wanna see Hurricane Daniel ( or tropical storm Daniel whatever) you can go here.If I don’t post a whole lot next week you may know why.

Alligator Antics

While we were in the lovely city of Orlando, Fla. I was fully aware of the fact that alligators abound in that area . Even if I had not been aware of that fact there were plenty of signs in the community in which we were staying. Signs that stated quite simply “please do not feed the alligators” and ” If you have an alligator sighting in this area please call animal control at *&^-(*&).” So you can imagine my heightened sense of awareness while out and about.

One day while we were staying at Patrick’s sister’s house, everyone had decided on a short outing.Realizing that this was a chance for me to have a moment of solitude I declined the offer.I decided to explore the area a bit while the rest of the gang was gone .I took a short walk around the complex. It wasn’t until I was coming back to the house that I saw it . An alligator was poking his head out from beneath one of the bushes in front of Kim’s house. I froze where I was, standing in the driveway.

By that time the gang was on their way back so I thought it best to stay where I was until they returned. I could swear the beady little eyes were staring right at me. The car pulled up and everyone got out.

“Uh ,guys I would be very careful if I were you.” I warned

“Why?” Kim asked.

“There is an alligator under your bush.” was my reply

Kim decided that we should all slowly make our way into the house so that she could call animal services. While she was on the phone to animal services I was on the phone to my mother telling her I was trapped in Kim’s house with an alligator outside. I was just a little freaked out.

Later that night Patrick and I were having a night to ourselves at the park ( yes I had run very quickly to the car.) Kim had assured us as we were leaving that animal services would have come and gone by the time we got back.I gave the gator no thought when we got home. We had scored extended hours wristbands from one of the guest service people in the Magic Kingdom and didn’t get home until 2A.M.. The next morning as we were going to breakfast, we had to stop at the 7/11. It wasn’t until I got inside that I realized that I had been PUNKED…. you see gentle readers all along one whole shelf were….. yup you guessed it FAKE ALLIGATOR HEADS. Punked indeed…..

A Tale of Two Seasons

We have already established that I work in the Hospitality Industry and,for the most part,I love it. I guess that’s why I have been doing it for about 20 years now (ouch that makes me feel old) . I have done it all,from All night Diners,to exclusive Members only Dining clubs. But my heart has always been in the Hotel/Resort portion of the iindustry. There really is something to be said about helping guests experience what we have to offer. And in doing so making their stay more enjoyable. But perhaps that is just my opinion. I was told once,by one of my GMs, that I have a “Servant’s Heart”. Which I suppose is a great thing to have considering my career choice.

I said all that to get to this. The resort I work in now is one of the most prestigious Resorts on the island,and I am bored off of my ass right now. The reason for this boredom can be found in the title of this post. We have 2 distinct seasons;Group and FIT. Group season usually runs from September through May. This is the time that really tests your mettle it is non stop, balls to the wall action. This is when all the corporate people come for conventions, where we can realistically serve 1800 people breakfast,lunch and dinner for as long as 2 weeks at a time.I love group season,even though I sometimes forget what Patrick looks like during this time. This is the season in which I normally work 12/16 hours a day.

FIT season is the complete opposite. They are the Frequent Independent Travelers. The Moms and Dads bringing all the kiddies to our island paradise for vacation. And it is the most boring for me. I am the Assistant Stewarding Mgr. We work very closely with banquets delivering all of the equipment and food to all the functions, and are also in charge of all the restaurants on the property. There are not very many banquets during this season which leads to my boredom. As a Mgr I have to stay for at least 5/6 hours on any given day that I work, and there are only so many projects one can do. Anyway there really wasn’t a point to this post other than to give you a little more insight as to what a day in the life of scottk is like. I hope I didn’t bore you all too badly. I do realize that I still have a few vacation stories to relay and the pictures are in the works! I also haven’t done a “peek into my library” post in a while so that is also in the works. So stay tuned for more frivolity and mayhem here on LWL.

 Oh Yeah I forgot to mention that I have updated my blogroll with a few new blogs that I found .Check them out if you wish. A Spiders Web in Thornton Park, Past Present and Future, Southern Expressions, You can’t handle the Truthiness, As I like it, I wish I knew, Just Thinking of Them ,Planet Dan, Rckt Man’s Launching pad, Exlibris Emohawk and last but not least Dispatches of MFA seeking writer.Please enjoy them as I have !

People really do say some of the strangest things in that space between sleep and wakefulness. I have read on another blog about how his partner says weird things. Well gentle readers this morning takes the cake(or the doughnut,depending on how you look at it) read on if you dare.

About 4:30 this morning I woke to find Patrick sitting up on his side of the bed. I asked him what was going on.He said ” I am hungry and I need to go to Taco Bell.” Now,the closest TB to us is at least 5/6 miles from our house and I was fairly sure they were not opened at 4:30 in the morning. I tried (in vain) to convince him of these facts. His answer to me was ” But I already have the whole team order!”

“What team?” I asked.

“Duh, the whole softball team’s order.” was his reply.

It was at this point that I realized he was dreaming. I promptly told him to lay back down and go to sleep because he was dreaming and there was no softball team.And that,in fact, he didn’t even play softball. I lay back down thinking the dilemma was over. How wrong was I ? Not 20 minutes later he was sitting up on the side of the bed again.

“Babe? what is it ?” I asked.

“Where are we?” was his reply. I answered him “We are back home in Maui, why do you ask?”

“I’m very hungry I need to go to the store.” He answered.

Now by this time it was around 5 A.M. and I had to get up to get ready for work at 6:30. I convinced him (again) to lay back down as it was 5 A.M. and no stores were opened yet. I awoke again around 5:30 A.M. to find his side of the bed empty.I went to go see where he was. He was not at home.Lola was laying on the couch staring at the door,so I knew he hadn’t been gone too long. I looked on the table and saw his car keys,so I knew he had not gone too far.But I was still worried, I’m not sure why. Maybe because ..that’s just what I do when he isn’t in bed at 5:30 A.M. like he is supposed to be. I decided that there was no way I could go back to sleep. So I started ironing my clothes for work.About half an hour later he came waltzing back in like there was nothing strange at all.Also in his possession were 2 doughnuts and 2 large coffees.

“Where the hell were you? I fumed “I was worried when I woke up and you were nowhere to be found.”

“Why were you worried, I told you I was going to go to the store?”

At that point I decided to drop it and sat down to enjoy my (way too early)coffee and doughnut. If I am a little cranky when I get home today I hope he understands.

While going to my hometown of Lacey’s Spring, Ala I had about three hours to kill in Birmingham while I awaited my Greyhound bus. Since I had alot of time on my hands I decided to walk around downtown B’ham. After walking around for awhile I realized that I was very hungry, and set my energies toward finding something to eat.

I finally found a cute little restaurant,and went in to grab something to eat that was convenient and quick. I saw that they had one of my favorite breakfast items, sausage biscuits. I ordered two of those to go. It wasn’t until I got to the register to pay that I realized that I was in the south again. You see the cashier asked me if I wanted strawberry jam for them.She actually said “Do you want grape or strawberry jam for those hun.” I went with strawberry. Not to sure about the whole grape thing. At least not on a biscuit.

While growing up I consumed massive amounts of these culinary delights and had always thought it weird when people doused them in ketchup instead of jam.I was really surprised that I had forgotten all about the idea of jam on my biscuits but was pleasantly reacquainted with the idea. As I took my first bite of sausage and strawberry jam biscuit I sighed quietly to myself. It was then that I knew I was back in Bama again.

From the title of this post you may be able to tell that we got safely back to Maui.After 2 planes and 13 hours in the air,crossing all 6 times zones and a 3 hour lay over in Phoenix.My body has no clue as to what freakin’ time it is right now.But we are home and safe. Lola is home from the boarding kennel sporting a fresh new hair cut. She was soooo excited to see us yesterday, if she had smiled any harder the top of her head would have come off. But already it’s back to the grind. I am writing this from work,while Patrick is at home unpacking and sorting gifts from the Mouse. I have a few funny (to me anyway and this is my blog) stories to relate about the vacation, and will post some of them in the coming days.Alligators, Banana peppers and strawberry jam and a search for the elusive Tigger baseball cap included (you’ll have to check back to find out how they all fit in).