Honolulu Thanksgiving Santa With Spencer Jack & Jason

Three photos in my email box this last Sunday morning of the 2022 version of November. With the photos there was the following explanatory text...

Hello FUD --

Spencer and I kept checking our mailbox and phones for a Turkey invite. 

After no such luck, we moved southwest to our favorite winter destination.

Talked to Santa today. He said he would 'consider' moving me off the naughty list.    

Watched the best Xmas parade last night with half of the island.  Lots of marching bands all playing Christmas tunes.  

So that's good.

Hope you are doing well, staying safe, healthy and warm in TX.

I think you would love it here. We sure do. Maybe someday you can join us.

FNJ

For those not familiar with what the initials FUD and FNJ represent, FUD is Favorite Uncle Durango, FNJ is Favorite Nephew Jason. I have two FNJs, with the second being FNJ1s little brother, Joey, aka FNJ2.

It sure would be fun to be in Hawaii with FNJ and his replica, Spencer Jack. I think that rock formation behind Jason in the above photo is known as Diamond Head, the remains of a long dormant volcano.

And here we see Spencer Jack trying to stay out of the sun so as to avoid getting suntanned. 

My current location is somewhat looking like the scenery in these three photos from Hawaii, in that blue sky has returned after yesterday's day long gray sky with constant dripping.

A Cold December 7 Pearl Harbor Day In Texas

It is the morning of the first Tuesday of the last month of 2010.

In a few hours, 69 years ago, on December 7, Japan did a very dumb thing which eventually brought utter destruction to Japan, occupation by America, democracy and baseball.

When Franklin Roosevelt made his war declaration address to Congress he opined that December 7 was a day that would live in infamy.

The infamy seems to have faded. Although there was mention made of Pearl Harbor veterans in the various online newspapers I looked at this morning.

Pearl Harbor day dawned barely above freezing in Texas this morning. It looks cold out there, looking out the window.

I'm ready to go to Hawaii for some tropical delights, like warm water and air. And mangoes. And a visit to Pearl Harbor.

Happy To Have The Toxic Trio: Fubbo, Mister Sister & Mega Nag In Hawaii Without Me

Last night I mentioned that yesterday I got amusing incoming information, from Tacoma, regarding some Toxic People I no longer deal with, directly.

I am thinking the humor in this is likely something I am not going to be able to easily convey.

Let us start with the fact that there are Three Toxic Characters. Two in Tacoma, one in a Seattle suburb.

Let's call Toxic Tacoma Person #1, Fubbo. Toxic Tacoma Person #2, Mister Sister. And Toxic Seattle Suburb Person, let's call Mega Nag.

Summer of 2008, by the end of a month in Tacoma, I really had no alternative but to clearly indicate to Toxic Fubbo that we were done. I had had enough of her irrational tantrums.

Ironically, after the next to the last tantrum wound down, Fubbo was concerned that she'd damaged our relationship (she had, but I felt no reason to say so) and that she didn't want me to turn on her, like I had on Mega Nag, after I had had enough of Mega Nag's nagging, in April of 2006. It was further ironic that, earlier that month, Mister Sister had verbalized the same concern about being as bad as Mega Nag, after a Mister Sister toxic episode.

The last time I was ever to witness Fubbo in person I drove her to Safeway so she could load up on that day's supply of bacon, cookies and donuts. As we left Safeway and headed back to her house, Fubbo brought up a refrain that I'd been hearing for years, the we need to go to Hawaii refrain, that this would be the year we'd go to Hawaii together refrain. I knew this refrain would never reach refrain fruition.

Because, I had reason to say no, no trip to Hawaii with me will ever happen. Way back in the mid 1990s there had been a trip to Sunriver, Oregon. This was such a bizarre experience that I resolved to never be in such a situation with Fubbo again. This particular nightmare was documented long ago, back when I was still Dr. Durango, before losing my license. Reading my documenting of that painful experience, I am amazed I ever put myself in the Harm's Way of Fubbo again.

Apparently I do not easily learn a lesson.

So, moving ahead about 15 years, yesterday I got an email from my Tacoma Informant. I do not know who this is. The email address gives me no clue.

My Tacoma Informant told me that Toxic Tacoma Person #1, Fubbo, has been working on convincing Mister Sister and Mega Nag to go to Hawaii with Fubbo to all stay in a cabin together!

For reasons likely only accessible to me, this cracked me up. I would have to think awhile to come up with a more unappealing scenario than going to a tropical paradise, on vacation, with Fubbo, Mister Sister and Mega Nag.

I'm hoping Fubbo is able to convince Mister Sister and Mega Nag what a great time would be had by all and they all end up in Hawaii together. That'd be poetic.

Now, I've no clue how my Tacoma Informant comes by this particular information, but it rings true. As it is the sort of thing Toxic Fubbo would try and make happen, for reasons making sense only in Fubbo's mind.

I think the Toxic Trio should do the tropics together and then next year do Europe. Wouldn't that be fun? And very educational.

I Visited Tropical Kauai Today From Fort Worth Texas Where It Is Not Tropical

I'd not heard from the Temporary Scrabble Queen of Hawaii, currently stationed on the island of Kauai, for a few days. I was worried she'd had a bad snorkeling encounter with a shark.

Instead she was busy hunting for the perfect puka shell necklace.

The latest message from Kauai did not torment me, too much, with mental images of tropical splendor, in dire contrast to my current state of frigidity in Arctic Texas.

I had asked the Scrabble Queen for the address of her tropical location so that I might make a virtual visit via Google Earth and possibly get a live snapshot of her snorkeling in her bikini. The Scrabble Queen did not know the exact address, but said she was across from the only Safeway on the island.

With that info it was easy to locate the location of the Scrabble Queen's latest Scrabble victory over me.

She was not out in the Pacific swimming when I visited. She was in the pool. Satellite images can make identifying small details a bit difficult, but I believe the Scrabble Queen is on the right side of the pool. And she is not in a bikini.

I also started off my day in a pool. However, there was no ocean to look at and no palm trees overhead and no 80 degree temperatures to keep me warm. It was below freezing, again, this morning in the Arctic Cold of Fort Worth, Texas.

Monday Morning Raining Texas Blues With The Scrabble Queen Hot In Kauai & Gar The Texan's Psychiatric Woes

That is my Monday morning 9am view this dark winter day in Texas. Rain is predicted to fall all day long. Snow is predicted to arrive, again, on Thursday.

This is the coldest, wettest winter in all the years of my exile in Texas. Meanwhile up north, in my previous place of residence, they are experiencing the warmest winter in recorded history.

The Pacific Northwest winter heat wave may wreak havoc with next week's Vancouver Winter Olympics.

Meanwhile, the Scrabble Queen of Washington is temporarily the Scrabble Queen of Hawaii and is tormenting me with reports of it being too HOT to sit outside. Too HOT in Kauai. Where it rarely gets into the 90s, where it is usually a nice balmy 80 something. And the Scrabble Queen is too HOT.

I can not remember the last time I was too HOT.

And then I have Gar the Texan lamenting that his life full of woe got its start at the now nationally notorious Kermit Hospital. Reading Gar the Texan's blog this morning I learned he's spent decades in psychiatric therapy trying get Kermit out of his head.

I actually watched the entire first half of Super Bowl XLIV yesterday, without getting bored. I think it had something to do with the HD quality of the video rendering watching more watchable. The Who halftime show was good, too. But, I grew bored at some point in the 3rd quarter and ended my active Super Bowl viewing for the year.

Lame commercials this year, for the most part. The Simpsons Coke one was amusing, though. And a few others. My blogging about the Super Bowl, right before it started, turned out to be a bit bizarre, with convoluted errors and an ironic use of the word "who."

In about 3 hours I will start going stir crazy. Maybe the rain will let up before crazy sets in.

Swimming Cold In Wet Gray Texas While Thinking Of Flying To Oahu

You are looking at Ko Olina Resort in the picture. Ko Olina Resort is in Hawaii on the island of Oahu.

I've never spent any time on Oahu. So, I've never been to Ko Olina Resort.

A few days ago I mentioned, in a blogging, that I was thinking of going to Oahu to be the Houseboy of one of my all time favorite people. I'd heard she wasn't eating due to too much stress taking away her appetite.

I figured with my good cooking and powers of convincing, I'd have that appetite restored in no time.

Well, Miss CVB was talking to Miss Oahu, aka Miss BS, and mentioned that I'd mentioned that I was thinking of going over to Oahu to be Miss BS's Houseboy.

This morning I got an email from Miss BS, telling me she'd LOVE it if I flew over. Miss BS told me she is at Ko Olina Resort and instructed me to look it up. I always do what I'm told. So, I looked it up. Ko Olina Resort looks to be a really really good thing.

Miss BS says we can go off-roading in her golf cart, go snorkeling, swimming, soak up the sun and people watch.

And, as if that is not enough to entice me, Miss BS says she maybe could even get me on LOST! Saying LOST needs some new faces.

I think I mentioned before that Miss BS is a TV star, currently on LOST.

This morning, because it was in the 50s, I was able to stay in the pool for about 5 minutes. The idea, right now, of being in a tropical climate, where the ocean is warm, where you can swim as long as you want without fear of freezing an important body part, where seafood is abundant, where mangoes grow wild, well, this has me all obsessing now about going to Hawaii.

I went to book a flight via Travelocity. I can get to Honolulu and back for $416. That's not much more than it costs to fly to Seattle. The only part of this scenario that vexes me is the longest I have had the torture of being stuck on a plane was 4 and 1/2 hours, from Seattle to St. Louis.

Anymore, when I book a flight, I purposefully find one that has as many plane switches as possible. But when you fly to Hawaii it's something like 6 hours from Los Angeles to Honolulu.

Right now I am looking at another gray day in Texas. It rained last night, so the Tandy Hills are likely muddy, so I likely will not be going on a record breaking 10 days in a row of hiking the Tandy Hills today. I'm thinking there are probably some really good places to hike by Ko Olina Resort.

I need to immediately institute a regimen to get myself in satisfactory shape to make a public appearance in a swimming suit.