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