Capitolist Aunty

Aunty and Uncle were invited to the Opening Day Ceremony of the Hawaii State Senate by the new Senate President (sweet!) Donna Mercado Kim on January 16, 2013.

Aunty never attended an opening before but had heard about the ono and plentiful food, so rsvp:ed with gladness with Uncle dropping me off in front.

Well, it was a pretty nifty event, and I was very proud to say I knew Donna, especially after she did a really wonderful address.  The lone Republican Senator Sam Slom also did a great minority address and Aunty’s wish is that bipartisanship and personal agendas are put aside and new laws that benefit our Hawaii are adopted and implemented with foresight, speed, and wisdom.

Aunty saw many old and new friends there – all very pleasant surprises!  I wish I took a picture with the now retired Marian Higa, former State Auditor and I said hellos (as if I knew them, lol) to former and current governors and mayors.

One wonderful memento is a picture of Aunty and Willie K that new friend Doris snapped for me on our way into the Senate Chambers.  Even looks like Willie K is my friend!

All in all, going to the State Capitol was a wonderful new experience that Aunty highly recommends to everyone.

The Lone Fisherman Strikes Tonight

Uncle is in Auntie Teresa’s Fishing Club – a VERY socially oriented club of “fisher” people with our cousin Teresa and friends.  I put quotes around “fisher” because sometimes fishing is not the end game or plan.  Sometimes, instead of choosing a spot based on being good grounds for catching fish – comfort, bathroom accessibility, ease of path and parking win out after a few sips of good wine and pupus.

Each “fisher” puts in $1 for the evening’s pool – and the person who catches the biggest fish gets to scoop the pot.  At the very first ATFC (Auntie Teresa’s Fishing Club) gathering, cousin Teresa actually won – catching a 2″ opu which probably weighed 1 ounce.

For Uncle, who is an avid fisherman with poles, reels, tabis, lead, hooks, and bait buckets taking up precious real estate near our front door, NOT catching fish and being beat with a 2″ opu was a blow to his “I’m a FISHERMAN” ego.  He could not stop shaking his head that whole week.

So, tonight, just before 7:30 pm, Uncle had me drop him off in Waikiki (secret spot) all by himself since Auntie Teresa’s Fishing Club members were doing their own non-fishing activities.

When I picked him up 3 hours later, Hana pa’a!!!  Sweetest words to a fisherman!

Aunty will make fish cake after Uncle cleans and spoons the meat.  Ono!!!  (yummy!!!)

This fish will give Uncle bragging rights when ATFC meets for their next dinner, potluck, beer/wine pupus fishing expedition.   Even though this catch does not count as a ATFC win since Uncle struck out alone and unsupervised, it was a long awaited win for Uncle, and possibly (since there are only 16 days left in the year) the biggest fish of the year.

Congrats Uncle!

Las Vegas and the Multi-Tasking Aunty

Aunty just got back from her favorite visiting destination (actually it is the only place Aunty actually visits) – the bright and glorious city of Las Vegas!

The weather was perfect – and not as dry as before.  This is good since Aunty usually shrivels up like a prune as soon as the plane lands.

A visit to my favorite facial lady Elaine at the Green Valley Ranch Spa and then over to visit the Nerium team for a great evening of friends and Nerium business was a great start to a great trip.

Then, off the the Imperial Palace Hotel on the Strip for 4 glorious days of playing and learning polymer clay with my favorite Donna Kato and her fabulous team of instructors for my 4th (!) Clay Carnival.  Aunty was a polymer clay fanatic a few years ago and would spend hours creating and crafting beads and stuff, and then stopped playing 3 years ago in order to take care of business.  Cynthia Tinapple of Polymer Clay Daily was a classmate this year.  Her blogsite is Aunty’s default opening page every day- so Aunty was absolutely thrilled to meet this neat lady!

Well, going to the Clay Carnival was just what was needed, and now Aunty will have to find a balance in order to feed creative needs as well as the financial ones.  Time to heat up the ovens and crank up the pasta machine, hurray!!!

A visit and dinner with Martin Fajardo and his lovely wife Carmen (who happens to be on Aunty’s Nerium team) to catch up on our real estate investments was very productive and enjoyable.

Aunty did NOT have a spare minute to try her hand at the tables or machines, which I suppose it was a good thing.  So, considering that a “win”, and since Aunty had a willing driver to the airport and 1 hour to shop, Aunty bought 2 new lipsticks, one from Dior and one from Armani, so now Aunty will have designer lips (since Aunty doesn’t have designer bags) in the same shade and color as almost all her lipsticks, lol.

On a wrong turn to Gate D35 for the Hawaiian Airlines flight back to Honolulu, Aunty was drawn (sucked) into a kiosk selling skincare – Hormeta of Switzerland.  The manager, Cherry, was absolutely drop dead gorgeous and started applying eye cream, skin cream, and a body oil spray until half of Aunty was bathed in a partial moisturizing bliss (she only applied it to half of Aunty).  The pitch became like a presidential debate since she was extolling the virtues of her products ($350+ for eye cream) and I was showing her the results of my 4 months on Nerium ($80/mo) and it was a wonderful, scentful and delightful way to wait for my flight.  Aunty DID end up buying the fabulous smelling body oil spray but stood firm on anything for the face because of the issue of integrity.  Aunty believes 100% in the effectiveness of Nerium, period.  Meanwhile, Cherry and her associate in the booth became intrigued with Nerium, so Aunty will share the product with them the next time we are in Vegas (November for our 60 year old reunion).

Uncle picked me up at the airport, handsome and happy, with the great news that he caught 2 BIG oio at his new secret spot he calls “Underwater”, so now Aunty will be making some fishcake soon.  A happy Uncle is a happy Aunty.

Coming home is always the best part of any trip.  Hawaii no ka oi.  Fo’ real.

Techno Aunty

Aunty is now a techno grown up.  From my cute little Pantech C300 to an iPhone5 with super access data plan.  That is like going from elementary school to getting a PhD but missing the education in between.

In the process, Kevan Mau over at the Kapahulu AT&T store was #1 in Aunty’s book.  Because Uncle has business lines, and Aunty has business lines, combining the accounts took forever – but in the process, we got a big savings on our monthly bill.  Although this took a LONG time, I am in awe of Kevan’s professionalism as well as his excellent customer service.  He could have sold at least 10 plans and phones to other customers during the time he spent with me, but he dedicated himself to Aunty.

The Leap

So, now, we have AT&T’s newest data plan type of coverage.  We get 10 GB of data which is shared for $120, and we pay $30 per phone per month.  At first glance, this looks higher than what we used to pay – basic phone service + $9.99 per phone per month – but with added data plans per phone of at least $20 each, we will be saving with the new data all encompassing plan, and our phones (if they are smart) become our traveling internet modem.  This feature is totally awesome for Aunty – because now my iPad can be online as well as my laptop anywhere I go, since my phone is always with me!

Aunty will miss her cute little Pantech, but it is time to move beyond painfully slow texting the old way to being able to talk to my phone and tell it what to do.  It is a bit scary, but also very exciting!

Becoming 60 isn’t bad at all

60 years old always sounded old to me.  Grandmas and old aunties were in their sixties.  Gray haired citizens who walked slow and sat at McDonalds drinking endless cups of senior discounted coffee were in their sixties.  Sixty was a big number and it took a long time to get there.

Well, Aunty just turned 60 recently, and it really was quite nice.  A fruit bouquet of chocolate starred pineapples and a day with a couple of good old friends  made the milestone event a very pleasant bump in the pathway of life.

We dressed up in hats and our best jewelry, had a delicious healthy buffet lunch at Indigo Restaurant in downtown Honolulu (fish was fabulous and so was the balsamic vinegar eggplant) and then finding a trendy little shop with a surprisingly wonderful inventory of things to wear and see was icing on the cake.  La Muse at 1156 Nuuanu Avenue is tucked away and worth looking for.

Aunty’s big 6-0 gift to herself from La Muse are hand embroidered magical shoes that transport the wearer and might further Aunty in her quest to perform TaiChi properly.

I actually love being able to finally say that I am 60.  Next year, I’ll say I am OVER 60 and hopefully people will say that I don’t look a day over 59!

Aunty is Googlable!

One day last year, Aunty was at the kitchen sink and saw the Google Car drive by.  The Google Car!!  It was a beetle looking car with a huge camera on the roof and star-strucked Aunty bolted out of the house to see the rear end of the Google Car rushing away down the next block.

Hmmm, Aunty thought that it was going kinda fast to capture pictures, so for the next half hour, Aunty stayed out in the yard and driveway hoping that the Google Car would drive by again – and it did!!!

Of course it didn’t capture me ready to wave and/or make a pose, and, it was about a year ago that the Car went by so I forgot about it.  Then, just the other day, Daughter #2 calls all excited to let me know that Aunty had made it and was now “famous!” and on Google maps!

Such a thrill, such glory!  Definitely one of the highlights of Aunty’s life.  If you know Aunty’s home address and you search by Google, you will see Aunty watering her driveway.

Mahalo for visiting!!

Lillian the Dancing Queen

Lillian Hirai was one of my favorite people.  Just thinking about her would bring a smile to my lips and a lightness to my step.  We had some fun and crazy times together, and we had the common habit of always getting to high school hungry and late.

She once arrived at school in a coat even though it was a hot and sweltering day because she had dashed out of her house and didn’t have time to change.  During lunch break, she opened up her trench coat to reveal her pink floral pajamas and, with her contagious laugh, had us all rolling on the ground.

I didn’t see her much after high school, and found out that she had moved to Japan.  I always assumed that she had moved there because of the Japan based religion that she belonged to.  I also assumed that she was the high priestess of her church which was known for its dance and song rituals on rooftops.

You see, Lillian was really special – like she knew so much more than we could ever fathom.  When anyone spoke, she would lean in and really listen to what they were saying – as if it was as important to her as it was to the speaker.  This trait of intense listening would cause a slight time warp in her response, so, if someone were telling a joke or funny story, Lillian would still be staring into the person’s face 2 seconds after the punch line, and then would erupt with laughter – later, longer and louder than anyone else.

I was always impressed at how humble and unselfconscious a person she was, especially since she was the priestess and beneficiary of her church, or so I thought.  During her last visit to Hawaii I mentioned her high stature, to which, after a pause and a long stare, she said, “Huh?”

Well, come to find out, she wasn’t a dancing goddess and she didn’t move to Japan because of her religion.  She wasn’t tardy anymore, and she lived a good and decent life earning her wages working as a translator in Japan.  We all had a good laugh about that, Lillian laughing longer and harder than any of us.

That’s what I will always remember about Lillian.  Her laughter – and how she enjoyed life, friends, and the good old days.

Yesterday, when I found out that Lillian had passed away after a massive heart attack in Japan, it just didn’t seem possible.  She was the most alive person I knew.

It is sad to lose a friend.  It’s weird to lose a friend like Lillian – because even though I know she is gone, and the sadness creeps in, the remembrance of her laughter takes over, and I shake my head and smile.

In my memory, she will be forever dancing on rooftops and waving hello to us.  I find it hard to say goodbye when I know that she will never leave our hearts and our fondest memories.

 

The Fat Lady Sang “Ka-ching!”

Well, Aunty finished boothing the Hawaii All-Collectors Show this weekend!  Leading up to it was not as stressful as it usually was – Aunty is wondering if it is possibly because of Protandim taking or if it is just the mellowing with age.  Hmmm.

It also always helps to have best pal Patricia using her magic touch of design and arrangement in the booths as well as her company during the show.  Uncle, daughters and Wandering Wanda also pitched in with loading, setting up, and/or sitting the show.

A most exciting surprise was right across from us – a comic book booth, with one of the premier graders of comic books, Bruce Ellsworth of Maui Comics and Collectibles.  Bruce has been a senior advisor to the Overstreet Comic Book Price Guide for over 33 years, and so, on the second day, Aunty brought one of her boxes of Conan the Barbarian Marvel comics to see what it could be worth.

Aunty loved Conan the Barbarian comics and collected them with a passion as a young adult.  I would go to the Moiliili Library to buy or trade with young boys in order to upgrade and complete my collection.  I am wondering if Barack Obama was there (he would have been a young boy then)  because he also liked Conan the Barbarian comics (or so I read somewhere), and he lived close by.

“Hither came Conan, the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandalled feet.”

 

Nephew collector David used to tell me about my collection:  “Aunty, Conan is just about the only affordable silver age title” – comparing it to Spiderman, Hulk, Xmen, etc.  That was always a bit disappointing, but he advised keeping them, and so I did, in boxes with archival packaging and stuck them in a out of reach closet area for years, always wishing that I had liked Peter Parker or Dr. Bruce Banner more than the axe welding, long haired, scowling and scantily clad Conan from Cimmeria.

At the show, Bruce confessed that he also liked Conan the Barbarian comics (hurray! a fellow Conan-er) and proceeded to look at Aunty’s Conan the Barbarian #1.  With a jeweler’s loop, Bruce inspected the front cover, spine, back, edges and then said 9.4 – 9.6.  That meant Greek to Aunty, and then discovered it was a grading scale, with 10.0 being the highest and best.

Then, Bruce said that it was the first time he had ever seen a Conan #1 in that fine a condition and that to his knowledge, there was only one other like it, and it had sold at auction for $8,000!!!

Aunty would have done the happy dance right then and there, but refrained due to the nature of my attire (hat, pearls, skirt) and the persona of my booth (classy, refined, antique-y).

Now Aunty is buzzing in her head about the next Conan the Barbarian #1 comic book auction and envisioning Bill Gates, Steve Wozniak, and President Barack Obama in a bidding war for Aunty’s collection of Conan the Barbarian silver age comics in mint condition.  How sweet a vision!  Actually, if any of those bidders would like to contact Aunty directly, Aunty will give the collection to them, in exchange for the privilege and honor of taking a picture with them (Network = Net worth according to JT Foxx).

It was a great weekend.   Aunty is very thankful for the opportunity of meeting old and new friends there as well as the surprises and treasures around every corner and booth at this Show.

I hope Bruce Ellsworth will be there again next year.  If so, Aunty will bust out her mint collection of Howard the Duck to grade and appraise.  Howard is a cigar smoking, opinionated, crass mouthed, horny duck that also fascinated Aunty in the 70’s.  He was Aunty’s kind of duck and one of my favorite titles.

Hopefully the fat lady tunes up her vocals for next year also.

Week’s lessons learned, Go West, young man

This was truly a week of learning for Aunty.  Not only from the great asset protection and tax relief workshop this weekend, but also from websites I visit, books and newsletters that I have read, and listening to CDs in my car.

One sad bit of news to report is that Real Deals Hawaii will not be having their monthly meetings (so this week’s meeting is off) until they start them up again in September.  They said to go visit them on Facebook/RealDeals, which I will be doing since I am already going through withdrawals from not seeing these guys.

So wassup and what has Aunty learned?  (stay tuned for the big AHA)

From one of Raymond Aaron‘s web lessons – listen for brilliance.  In fact, I had to tell Uncle that because I notice that his eyes tend to glaze over when I am talking to him.  Aigoo! (Korean way of saying “auwe”), Aigoo!  That’s okay.  It is still a good lesson and worth trying.  The next time I see you I hope to hear your brilliant thoughts and ideas.

From Doug Bench’s “Mind Your Brain” course I learned that in order to put a thought or memory into one’s long term memory where it can be used, one must do something to get it there from the short term thought flash before it disappears into the short term memory library and is never recalled again.  Repetition, association, fierce emotional feelings, and something else (but I forget, lol).  Good stuff though, and I will eventually do a Review on this excellent program.

Kung Fu Girl of KungFuFinance.com wrote her blog entries from Florida, where she is absorbing information from world experts on our economy, black swans, hyperinflation, police states, etc. etc…. so prepare for the worst because it seemed like almost everyone predicted the end of the USA’s role as the world power it is today.  Scary stuff, but Kung Fu Girl will be writing a post about surviving the coming storm in the near future.

Mike Dillard’s (Elevation Group) credit score improver Anthony Gaalaas says to keep ALL balances of credit cards and lines of credit below 25% of the full line.  Pay down immediately if it rises.  Now is the best time to improve your credit score in order to be able to take advantage of super low mortgage rates for as much real estate as you can borrow.  However, Aunty REALLY likes to get Hawaiian Miles VISA credit cards often – a big no-no for the credit score health, but sometimes the hit is worth the travel benefits.

A mean man, but he means well (I think)

John Reed.  I subscribe to his $125/yr Real Estate Investor’s Monthly and almost asked for a refund.  In his April 2012 issue, the man’s ego was quite distasteful with his bashing of some well known names as well as a rude tribute to the recently departed Thomas Kinkade, calling him a BS artist.

However, though distasteful and egotistical, this man sometimes imparts gold nuggets of information that I find very useful.

Many of his articles were about hyperinflation, money, mortgages and real estate, somewhat in line with Kung Fu Girl‘s reports from the Florida Casey Conference this past weekend.

To quote John Reed, “Those who owned real estate in Austria, Germany, and Hungary during the hyperinflation in the early 1920s were glad they did, IF they could hang onto it, and if they could find food to eat.”

Then, in another article about do-it-yourself-ing, he touched on living off the grid of electricity and how difficult it could be, though having generators, wood stoves and solar panels could help.  He started off the article with how the West was settled – the government gave land grants to young men and after 5 years, the land was theirs.

That’s when the aha(!) moment hit Aunty like a big AHA!

Aunty had to jump out of her chair and talk to Uncle.  “Uncle!”, I said (well I don’t actually call him Uncle), “How about we buy agriculture acreage up in Waimanalo or Maui (instead of beachfront for his fishing pleasure) with a 1031 exchange of a property or two, get a mortgage on it, rent it out for a year or so, and then build our ideal simple house on it with solar panels, water catchment system and live in it while I grow vegetables and raise chickens for food?”

There was a long pause as Uncle looked at me.  You see, Uncle has been baptized in a Christian religion that totally believes in God’s salvation for man as prophesized in the Bible.  Uncle is a very calm deliberate thinker and has learned to ask simple questions and wait for explanations when I come up with some of my ideas.

“What?” and then “Why?”, came out of his mouth as he sat there in the middle of finishing up a letter.

We must plan and live in order to prosper and survive

Whether the worst case scenario comes to pass, or our economic and social woes slowly and miraculously get fixed after a few major overhauls, doing nothing and hoping for the best is not good enough.

Just as those pioneers packed up and hauled their life’s belonging in a wagon across the prairies, it is our turn to “Go West”, but in Aunty and Uncle’s case, “Go Country, not Beach.”

So, the plan is to live where we can grow food to sustain ourselves – banana, papaya, mango, lichee and avocado trees, soy beans, herbs, vegetables, chickens to lay eggs for our protein and eat the bugs in the garden.

Stock up on canned foods like spam and vienna sausages, packaged foods and mixes, portable water filters.  Buy lots of soap, matches, batteries, lanterns, candles, whiskey, and other goods that can be used for barter.  (from this point on Aunty is asking for those little bottles of whiskey on the airplane since frequent fliers get 2 free drinks per flight.)

Buy as much cheap silver coins (or gold if you can afford it) like old dimes, which can be used as currency for goods.  Start thinking like people in the bartering society of old, and keep building up a supply of barter desirable items.  Keep the 2 bicycles that we have in riding shape.

Becoming self sufficient with solar panels tied into batteries and back up generators, gas stoves, water system or access to water, just in case.

The world as we know it might stay exactly the way it is and has been, but it is the just in case that Aunty fears.  I hope it never comes to pass.  Even if it doesn’t, this projected way of life is a good plan, or so Aunty believes.

December 21, 2012?

Hopefully not even a ripple on the water, like how YK2 (year 2000) was nothing but a nothing.  The Rapture?  Hope not.

There are too many things to do, people to meet, places to go.  Keep well, stay dry, make money, and be happy.  For Aunty’s sake, start taking little steps to get financially stronger, safer and wiser.  Maybe I’ll see you in Waimanalo!

Wisdom from the Podium

This weekend was a fantastic learning experience!  Aunty was in a 3 day Asset Protection and Tax Relief class put on by the great folks at the Anderson Law Group (see alglaw.com), Michael Bowman, Rod Buttars, and Aaron Yen.

For whatever reason, the class was not full, so we had a lot more attention and time for questions and answers as well as longer one on one consultations than in the past.

And this time, this class was the BEST Continue reading