Decisions Decisions....

Hi Kiddies!! So, I'm a tard, and not able to keep up with my blog. My bust. Being domesticated is so much more time consuming then I thought. Jon and I are still here in San Diego keeping it together. Last week was so warm, we went to La Jolla Shores. It was so wonderful being in the water with my love again. We haven't been in the water together since our last trip to Hawaii last December. (Water here in SD is way too cold, and I am so not wearing a wetsuit.) lol

Anyway, another opportunity has fallen into my lap, and I've accepted it. I love it not only because I'll become financially independent, but I'll be working in a capacity that is close to my heart. Can't really  say what company it is, but, it's a startup Biotech company that will be producing HIV test kits. If you know me, I will not be in the lab. (Thank Goodness)... I've been offered a Director position within corporate. Position will incorporate a lot of travel, but that's okay. I will be able to retire on time, and with ample resources.. Phheewww... I know Jon always tells me, he'll take care of me, but I like the fact, I don't need him to.

This blog is beginning to read a little like a journal since domestication... I'm getting boring in my old age. LOL I guess that's the price of growing up and not being in the dating pool. LOL

Till next time kiddies!!


Muuuuuuaaaahhh!!

PhatDooDoo & Katonks Love Story.... bleh!!

Ok, so how did Jon and I meet... I'm living in Waianae with gusband Chris. Every weekend, I would leave at about 5am to catch the dawn patrol over in Laie at Pounders Beach. Sooo, in February of 2012, I'm happily bodyboarding at Pounders by myself when I notice a Japanese guy come into the water with his surfboard. Now there are no official rules regarding no surfboards at Pounders, but that break is really for bodyboarders due to the shorebreak, and the sidewash. It makes surfing really difficult. Mind you, this guy is just a glance over, and he really wasn't my type. I like my men big, and masculine. He's 5'4 with a fit body. Besides, usually Asian men don't approach me. So I notice he was having a little trouble in the lineup, and I help him out braddah/sistah kine. I'm friendly to everybody at the beach. He was really nice, and appreciative, and we started becoming fast friends. Now, everybody knows I make friends with the most diverse range of people. That's why it came as such a shock when he asked me to dinner. I thought he was joking, so I asked him "You got enough money?" referring as always to my deprecating humor on my size. He just smiled and said he was serious. Ok, I wasn't but you know me... always up for an adventure. Our first date we agreed on was, another surf date at Pounders, and PapaOle's on the way home. Well needless to say, we hit it off so much more than I thought we would. To date, we've been exclusive since March 2012, and it is now August 2013. We've done more together than most people do in 10 years. We've spent the weekend camping at Bellows, then spent the weekend at the cabins at Bellows, a week at the cabins on base in Waianae, a weekend at Ko'Olina, taken a trip to Dahlgren, Virginia, Washington DC, New York twice with him, Newport Rhode Island, drove cross country from Newport Rhode Island to San Diego, went back to Hawaii with him for 2 weeks at Bellows, and a weekend at Kuilima. Now we've set up house here in San Diego, and I'm loving my home life more than I have in over 5 years.

I realized late in life that the outside of a man really isn't important. Trust me, it's not that he's ugly, he's actually really cute. Just I know now what a real man is supposed to be. According to him, he fell in love with me because of my sense of humor, the way we communicate, and according to him, the way I make him feel like a man. I fell in love with him because he is everything a man should be to a woman.. Kind, considerate, affectionate, dutiful, a real man of honor. Oh, and he likes that I'm off.. LOL So there you have it. Miss Kitty Boots being in love. It's different for everyone, and I can't say that it is all flowers and candy. We have to work at it. But he is soooo totally worth it. Fortunately for me, he thinks I am too...

Another New Beginning....

Hi Kiddies!! I know it's been a moment since the last blog, but I think I'm back to task.

So to catch up with the experiences... I've been fortunate enough to start anew relationship wise. I've been with him monogomously since March 2012. I've known him since December 2011. I'll get into that story some other time, as this one is just a re entry into blogging.

I'm here in San Diego with the better half, enrolled in school, and currently looking for a job.

Here's to New Beginnings, and the ability to keep a good man!!

Muuuuuahh!
Miss Kitty Boots

SMC Molokai Yee Haw

And no, it wasn't that kind of party hunties.. lol  I spent Labor Day weekend camping out with my gusband (gay husband) and my gin-laws. I spend one weekend a month with my Waianae West Side Family (WWSF). This weekend we camped on the beachfront property of one of the boosters for the school Pops and gusband coach volleyball for. Absolutely beautiful in Nanakuli.. Go figure.. lol Anyways, I get in late Friday night (approximately 10pm) and the party has started. I see green bottles, as far as the eyes can see.. Bloody beautiful! So you know, when gusband and I get together, guaranteed good time. He reads me like almost nobody else can. I mean people I'm close to usually know what I'm thinking.. (I'm hungry, He's hot, I like date.. etc..) but, gusband is just 1 month younger than I, and we share the same passion. Volleyball & Men. So we're cracking up at god knows what, when one of the sexiest men I've ever seen walks up and says "Eh, I like drink what you guys drinking.. You two having more fun than anybody else" Tall, nice cut body, and one of the most beautiful smiles I've seen in my life. (No exaggeration there). It's a real live MMA fighter from the Oahu circuit. Come to find out, gusbands'  cousin, is an MMA fighter too. So there we are with 4 of the most fit people I'll ever be around. I'm thinking, okay I've got gusband, but he looks like he's ready to drop his panties...  What made it even better was, they were all so grounded and down to earth. Especially (I'm going to call him Sexual Milk Chocolate).. He's not popolo, but almost full Hawaiian. Can we say MEEEEOOWWW!! We're drinking, laughing, having a good time when out of the blue, SMC takes off his surfer shorts and runs bareass around the yard crowing like a rooster.. Well time certainly flies when you're having fun. I can attest to that, because at noon, Saturday we're still drinking. If anyone of you know me, the sun and I do not get along. If it's hotter than 75-80, I'm finding the nearest A/C unit and paying by trade. j/k So I take off to Yokohama's and catch a couple of 1-3 footers, (about an hours worth) before going to gusbands for a bath, and a nap in A/C. Saturday night, my favorite non blood relative braddah comes and jumps on me. I carry him around for a solid 5 minutes walking with him in the front of me, legs locked behind my back, and arms almost choking my neck. We'll call him Da Hawaiian. He's 100% Japanese, but soooo Smoke, Poke, and Be Moke ackshuns, He's more Hawaiian than anybody else I know.. lol Nobody but gusband and the immediate family understand our relationship, so they're waiting for me to body slam, and tap him out. Not going to happen.

All in all, it was an excellent weekend. Met soo many people, it was just a weekend filled with love, family, and fun. I'll never forget it.. As for SMC, and the rest of the MMA crew... I no longer want you carnally. I loooove you guys like I knew you guys all my life. Especially you SMC!! Molokai, yee-haw... lol

Epic Fail

What can I say about Saturday night other than EPIC FAIL!! 

I guess it should've started with the failure Saturday morning. I should've known then the rest of the day would be suspect.

Can't really say it was all bad. My baby sister and I took a drive looking for that elusive south shore swell  (surfers) Walls - flat, Diamond Head - flat, stopped at Diamond Head Health Bar when she introduced me to the best Acai Bowl with natural honey, bananas, strawberries, and granola. Can we say mmmmmmmm. We then headed to Ala Mo's to Bowls.. flat to a foot (too many grommets), and then off to Kewalos. (flat to a foot, occasional 2 footer only if you get gout) lmao Spent some quality time with baby sis before heading to bro's studio to see if we could help prepare for his performance. His dance company's performance was phenomenal. His girls were the strongest group dancers, and his boys solo's shined with talent. Soy muy impresivo! (I was very impressed).

Got to meet Hawaii's Very Own Mother Hag.. Truely inspirational. She's opened the closet door for more teen boys then Ru Paul has wigs.. lol LOVE HER!!

So, I go to homebase and take a leisure bath, make soft with all the cocoa butter lotion, hair locked in a tight bun at the base because I'm rocking a cute little hat cocked to the side matching my outfit which is kinda sassy but not too feminine, completing it with a pair of heels that go well. (Don't ever!!) lol So I get the call from Bro to go ahead everybody just meet there. I'm in Kalihi with one of the homeboys, and baby sis is enroute home and ready to see what all the fuss is about.

That club that plays all that great music in Pearl City? Can we just call it an islander bar already? I have never seen so many animalistic, want to sleep with anybody, no rhythm having, trying to poke on the floor, rude islanders in my life. Same guy I beat up for touching hamo yoyo, tries to talk and touch baby sis. I trade seats with her and put my hand right up against his face telling him UNH UNH, don't even think about it. There we run into some of the girls from my Gospel and Doctrine class celebrating her sisters' birthday. ROFLMAO!!! They were nice and fun, but I was still kinda thinking about baby sis and how she was acclimating to this misadventure until....

The Samoan/Puerto Rican...

Ooooooowheeee was this kid fine. I whispered to baby sis, I am such a cougar right now.. He was absolutely stunning. Pretty in the face and thick in the *()*+&. Poly tatts, with that Hamo swag. (I thought he was just a good looking Latino hangin out trying to be Hamo) Until that boy opened his mouth and the mother tongue came rolling out. Flawless Samoan.. Ohhhhwwwweeee. So we close the club down and we're outside people watching. HamoRican walks by, and I start talking in Samoan to his friends, which of course opens the platform for him to say something. I almost switched to Spanish just to see if he could speak his other tongue. Oy Querico.. Men Aqui!! Puss, Puss, Meooooww! roflmao

Music was really good though, but all in all... Epic Fail!!

Till the next time Kitty Boots readers..

Muuuah,

Miss Kitty Boots

On The Banking Path Again

Okay, so today was my first day at work after how long? And wouldn't you know it, it's right next door to the other bank that told me they wanted to cut me 3.00 per hour because they didn't want a specialist, they wanted a file clerk.  Can I just say...

I LOVE MY NEW BANK JOB!! Can't say which bank it is due to privacy, liability, and all of that other senseless legalities and crap. But, I'm soo glad, I got in. My desk, pristine.. just like me.. (shaddup you guys), my boss (down with the T.), 2nd floor has a cafeteria with vending machines, free coffee, and water coolers for days, as well as a ping pong table in the adjacent area. In the basement there's a gym with treadmills and stairmaster machines as far as the eyes can see.. Oh yeah 3 weights machines and a rower for those who wanna be more butch. And I received my access badge to all of this.... this morntink!!

So on my lunch break, I'm sitting outside on Fort Street Mall watching the foot traffic.. (Another blog, goodness me the eye cand-eee) And I notice my ex mgr from the bank next door calling me. She asks what I was doing, if the bank called me back, and that kind of thing. I let her know I was actually working for their competitor next door. Her face dropped and wished me well in my new position. Hahaha.. Das what happens you ole, heffalump!! Nah, I should be nice. I should actually call the Federal Auditors and report that department, and see if they don't shut down their floor. lmao (I know, evil little black heart again) Then I ran into 2 of the temps that are still there. They actually caved in and took the 3.00 per hour pay cut. They let me know, they weren't too happy either. (Good thing I didn't tell them I got the original offer with the new bank) And then last but not least, I ran into the little 23 year old miss somebody who loooved to give me shit/grunt work. She's now wondering if she can defect to the new bank as well.

All in all, it was a great first day at work. Was gonna go in dressed to impress with a sassy little black dress, stockings, and heels... but, then, I got into a fight with my girdle and lost. So I ended up in slacks, camisole, and reliable cardigan. I think, I'll do the Short, Sassy Dress next week Friday with the stockings and the heels.. Just means I got to get up a half hour earlier than usual to try and win the fight with my girdle which I think I'm going to name "P-Tight"

Dearest Kitty Boot Blog readers, I hate to do it, but I cannot blog tomorrow or Saturday, as I will be at a relative's funeral. I almost outed myself by naming names.. whew.. So I'll be back Sunday with our latest adventure.. Adult WebSites.. Stay Tuned Kiddies!!

Muah!

Miss Kitty Boots

Back Home With The Parentals...

Okay, so we know that I've moved home to Hawaii back to the parentals. How do I describe Bert and Ernie.. Mom is Tongan, Fijian in ethnicity, Tyson in combo's, a retired construction worker, about 5'0" tall, and a solid 250 lbs. Brown in skin, and brown in demeanor, she's also the Mafia Queen of our family. Dad on the other hand is hapa haole Tongan, English, German of the Blakes/Wolfgramms from Vava'u. He's about 5'9", solid 275, and very German in demeanor. Think Colonel Klink with a tan. My family are hard core Latter Day Saints, and expect me to be the same... Sorry about it, I'm soo not. Although I was born and raised in the church, I've always failed when it came to being a good Mormon girl. I smoke cigarettes, drink beer, chase men (my favorite), and in general have a good time. I do respect their wishes though and never bring any of my heathen ways home. Oh yeah, the two of them speak English like I speak Chinese. (We don't.)

Due to my financial background, I'm able to help my parents understand certain things that are necessary in every day life here in the United States. God bless them, they try to absorb all the information, but sometimes it gets just a little mixed up.

They, like all Polynesian parents tend to spoil their first born, (let's call him Kuluku). He in turn, takes advantage and tries to not let us (the younger siblings) see it.. (Sorry, I'm not called Eagle Eyed Kitty Boots for nothing) Anyway, he stays out of my way unless he needs some computer work done, and I tend to make trouble to him at every opportunity.

Sundays are the days my parents wish I would stay home, go to church, and "pee a koot kirl". Sorry about it, not happening. It goes against every nature in my being. So I like to wake up, and hide moms' glasses. Soon all of the block can hear my mom yelling.. " Eh, wheah ish my shunkrash? (Where are her sunglasses?)"  I of course feign ignorance and pretend to be getting ready for church, until I feel a giant hair pull. Thanks mom, I needed my roots to come out. Then I would go and get her "shunkrashesh" and apologize for not responding to her earlier shouts.

At church, it's the same people I see at the FOB bar, and the same people I see trying to perpretrate angelic faces and demeanors. During sacrament, I see them partaking and I just shake my head. Yeah, I've still got the stamps from the 2 clubs I went to the night before on my hand, but I don't pretend to be someone I'm not. All the church knows I'm a heathen. I know half the men are messing around on their wives on the party line.. (Sooo Dumb!!)

Anyways, although I live with mom and dad, the majority of my time is spent with my Hawaiian, Samoan, and Japanese families. I've been lucky enough to be included into these wonderful families where my antics are accepted, and often regaled. Don't get me wrong, nothing will ever replace my biological family who I have the utmost love and respect for. It's just I'm big enough to share the love with these wonderful people who call me their own.

All in all, I'm still one of the 2 black sheeps within my family, but it's okay. I will never claim to be more than I am, and have learned that trying to "keep up with the Jones's" will only end in heartache and failure..

By the way.. Interview yesterday... Bloody Fantastic... I start work tomorrow.. Cheeehoooo!!

Stay tuned my Kitty Boots readers, tomorrow we'll have another adventure in Dating A Big Tita!!

Muah,

Miss Kitty Boots