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Controversial skit hits home

There's big controversy over Hawaii this week, and the focus of these verbal fisticuffs is, of all places, New York City. Saturday Night Live aired a hilarious skit last weekend that hit a little too close to home for our oh-so politically correct lieutenant governor, Duke Aiona. He found it insulting to the Hawaiian people and culture and plans to spend his time writing a letter to Lauren Michaels telling him so. Guess there's not really much for a lieutenant governor to do around here. Sounds like my kind of job. Most people here thought it was funny. As Bruddah Brad pointed out on KHBC Radio yesterday morning, it was no different than much of the sarcastic, self-deprecating humor of local comedians making fun of locals and tourists alike. Sure, it was over-the-top, but there were several grains of truth there, about the struggles and frustrations of working in the tourist industry in a place where the cost of living is through the roof. Duke's planning to run for governor. What a maroon!

Slow going at the winery gives us time to have tourists take our picture. Here I am with my esteemed colleagues, Kathie in the tie die and Lorena wearing aqua marine. Kathie's a Colorado/Wyoming transplant. Lorena is a born and raised Portagee island girl with a big smile and a generous heart. She actually lived on the same street where I live now when she was a kid, right next door to my very house! She knows some of my neighbors and used to play in my pond. How's that for coincidence? When I told her I liked Auntie Peaches Poi Balls, she made me some from her own recipe. They were ono. Of course, you can deep fry pretty much anything and it will taste good. I have awesome co-workers. They're hard workers, outgoing, fun, funny and kind, and they make the drudgery of saying the same thing over and over and over and over and over (keep going)..... tolerable. Hano hano, la la la la....

The rain has let up a tad, though not completely. Not enough to mow the lawn anyway. It's been downright chilly at night, dipping into the low 50s here in beautiful Glenwood. I know that doesn't seem so cold, but we've thrown an extra blanket on the bed.

So, check out these links and don't forget to click the ads on my blog. With every click, I can go, "Chaching!" In three years, I've made a whopping $10.42. So come on now. Toni needs a new pair of shoes.

As my one-time colleague Jeanette used to say when we worked together in the ol' check factory (with all due credit to Sonny and Cher): And the beat goes on.....

A hui hou. Aloha!





Comments

Unknown said…
I saw that skit and laughed, so I must be one of those politically incorrect folks. If you are made fun of on SNL, it's an honor! At least, that is what I think becuase they've never made fun of me....

That looks like a great place to work, surrounded by smiles as big as yours!

Miss you!
Toni said…
They've never made fun of me either, so you're in good company. I'll make fun of you if you like.

The winery is a fun place to work because of the people. If not for them, it might feel like a factory job, doing (or saying) the same thing over and over, like the guys in the skit. Still, we do find plenty of time to be silly, and you can't beat the benefit of a little silliness with a baseball bat. Aloha!

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