An Open Letter to Comcast / Xfinity

Oh I know what Stacie is talking about! And Comcast is coming to Kona! Blah…



My name is Stacie Huckeba I have been a customer of Comcast for over eight years.

I realize that it’s a dirty little secret and you don’t like to talk about it, but c’mon, between just you and me, you can admit it. Basically you have a monopoly on internet service, at least in terms of speed. It’s ok, I like money too. Nobody is happier than me when I deposit big fat checks. Sadly, I’m not quite as “connected” as you guys.

I’m a photographer and I think I’m really good, unfortunately, I live in a town with a plethora of talented photographers so I can’t just sit back and be lazy. I’ve sent emails to the Mayor, and Governor and even my Senators and Congressmen asking that they put in regulations to make sure I am the only photographer who can use professional and top of the…

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Ladies: What’s in your bra?

I have seen this time and time again. A friend of mine will stash her cellphone, money, or other personal item in her bra and then nonchalantly go about her regular activities as if she didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. I would stand there and kind of stare for a few seconds, wondering how it could stay in place, what if she lost her money, imagining all sorts of scenarios that don’t go with boobs and bras and things stuffed inside them.

I mean, sure, I’ve done it. What woman hasn’t? But sticking a few dollar bills in there to go to a convenience store is a far cry from sticking an entire cellphone, house keys, and wad of bills in there! I look down at my bra as I type this. Nope, my Android wouldn’t even fit! I can picture my Kyocera Hydro falling out of the bottom of my bra, crashing to the pavement and shattering. I read just now that a gal had a $50 bill in her bra and she forgot it was there. What?!? My sensitive skin would be screaming at me, “Attention, get Ulysses S. Grant out of here, now, before we break out in a rash!” I would feel every centimeter of that paper as it scraped against my delicate cells.

I suppose I don’t need to do this, because I always carry a purse with me. I would be lost without my purse. My purse is my best friend. I go nowhere without it. When my purse breathes its last breath, I mourn. I recently crocheted a beautiful purse. It’s very colorful and bright. And big. Much bigger than the biggest bra. 😉

Tell me what you hide in your bra. What are people’s reactions? What’s the biggest item you’ve put in there? Why do you do it?

Please leave your comments below. They have to go through moderation because of all the bots that constantly try to post here, but I do check and approve comments daily. Thanks for reading. 🙂

How to Utilize Twitter? Advice Needed!

Okay. I must be doing something wrong with Twitter. I am losing followers. I went back on Twitter after years of not using it because I wanted to use it as an additional tool to market my writing (particularly my blog). Every time I write a blog, an automatic tweet is posted with a link. So it’s good for me to use Twitter. But I am currently following over 1000 people and I have over 700 people following me. I joined unfollow to send out an automatic message so people don’t feel neglected if I don’t send a message, because honestly? I can’t keep up with 50+ followers added a week. I do go through my new followers, because a lot of them are publishers, agents, magazines and writers, so I want to follow them back. But I can’t really keep up with them! I can on Facebook though. What gives? Is it the format that I’m finding challenging? Maybe. My feed on Twitter moves so fast my head spins. I also find the good posts to be drowned out by things that aren’t so interesting… like, who cares about the top ten sex toys favored by men? Yikes! Sigh. I’ll get the hang of it I suppose. Any tips? If you have any advice, please comment below. Many mahalos (thanks)!

The One Who Got Away

Today was the day! After so long, I would finally lay eyes on the person I wanted to see the most. I thought of all the things I wanted to say and do, scanning my brain for anything I’d left out. I was very nervous. It had been three years since I’d laid eyes on him, and there were so many things that could go wrong.

I jumped out of bed and headed for the shower, pulling a scrunchie from my tangled blonde hair on the way. I examined my tanned face in the mirror, satisfied with the reflection peering back at me.  Too many freckles, though, I sighed to myself.

The shower nozzle spat hot water out of it and I bolted away in surprise. No matter how many times it happened, it always shocked me. I adjusted the temperature a bit until I was satisfied, then shampooed and conditioned my hair, washed up really well and shaved. Once rinsed, I stepped out and yanked a furry pink towel from the bar in the bathroom, sniffing it first.

“Mmm, clean,” I said, smelling the fresh Bounce scent, which is the only Fabric softener I will use.

I toweled off my hair and brushed it out as best I could, then hung the towel back up, never one to let towels sit around the house. Then I walked back to my bedroom and yanked open the bottom drawer of my dresser, grabbing a few pairs of shorts. I settled on a pair I hadn’t been able to wear in a few years. They were tight but they fit, and I was very happy with that fact. Then I opened the top drawer and found a nice white bra that I just purchased, and a brand new pair of underwear. I just needed a shirt. I found that in the third drawer down. It was black and green and had a bamboo style print on it, it was lacy on the edges and classy. I thought it looked really nice on me and made my eyes, which were blue, stand out.

Back in the bathroom, I took out my small bag of makeup and started applying eyeliner, lipstick and eyeshadow. Then I added some blush and mascara. I wasn’t one to ever go too heavy, but I liked a little color, and today was a special today. Today, I’d finally be able to talk to him. To the ‘one who got away.’

I think everybody has had someone like that in their life. You know: the one who moved away before you could see where things would go, or you weren’t available, or you moved away, etc. Well, I had one. A few weeks ago I told him I had feelings for him still. Now he was coming down to talk to me.

I reached under the sink for my hair dryer, plugged it in and started drying my hair. After a few minutes, I was done. Ready. I went into the living room of my apartment and snatched up my cellphone. On it were several text messages. I opened them. My anxiety heightened a bit. Okay, I can still deal with this. I take a deep breath. As long as he’s still coming down, that’s all that matters…

It all went so horribly wrong.


This is a part of a true story, so I won’t be elaborating for now. Maybe someday…

Missing In Maui- Carly “Charli” Joann Scott

Please READ & Repost, retweet, etc! Thanks! 27 year old pregnant Charli Scott vanished from Maui on February 9th, 2014. Her case was ruled a homicide not 4 weeks later. Currently, in Hawaii, we don’t have laws in place to protect an unborn child whose life is taken by another. In Hawaii, the First Degree murder law is very specific and hard to apply to even the most heinous crimes. Rights for the families of the missing need to be more clear cut in order to protect the missing while they are being searched for. There are other numerous other states where laws and bills need to be worked on as well. Currently, the family of Charli is working on the wording of a bill similar to that of Laci and Conner’s Law (Peterson) that would protect the unborn here in the State of Hawaii. You might think, this doesn’t apply to me, I’ll skip this link and decide not to click. But the more people who are aware, the more who get involved, the more can be done. This isn’t just a state-wide issue, it’s a national issue, indeed an international issue. No one, I mean NO ONE, has the right to take another person’s life. No one has the right to take the life of a pregnant woman, and therefore cause the death of an infant. No punishment less than first degree murder and life imprisonment will suffice.
Please click on the link and watch. It’s only $1.99. Or you can go to Amazon and purchase it there. Hear their story. I guarantee your heart will be forever changed.
If you know anything, or think you might, please call Maui Police Department. 808-242-6966 or toll free 888-242-6966
Or you can call the Maui Tip Line at 808-244-6400.

Aloha & Mahalo!



I was just on Facebook, browsing through my notifications. For some reason, I get alerted every time my cousin, Mindy, posts something (I think I’m stalking her! 😉 At least, that’s the running joke). You know those posts where you can take a survey and find out what country you ought to live in, or what state you are from based on how you talk? Well this one was What Should Be Your Theme Song? Hers was A Thousand Miles, which she said was ‘perfect.’ I was just going to comment that I would probably get Miles and Miles because I’ve driven across the country so much, or I’d get some 80’s song because that would just be my luck (the only 80’s music I really like is Heavy Metal, Duran Duran and a few others, the other stuff makes me kinda crazy because, what happened??) But I decided to just take the test. Some of the questions were funny, like, “Do you see the glass half full, half empty, or “I think this is piss?” Because the water in the glasses really looked like pee. I finished the last question, which asked me to pick a lyrical line out of a list, and I picked the lyric that I thought spoke to me the most. I was then told my song was Titanium, and a video started playing. I’ve never before heard this song, and I was displeased that it was techno. I don’t really like techno. Yet I scrolled and saw the words, and they fit me perfectly. Usually, these quizzes don’t fit me. This was a special treat.

I have been through so much in my life, and to find a song that affirms that, yet doesn’t make me out to be a victim is awesome. I have been told I am a strong woman and at times I’ve struggled with that because society views women who have been ‘victims’ of domestic violence, of bullying, as forever a victim, but it’s simply not the case. We DO overcome and are stronger for it. There is a great strength in us, and there is also strength for women who are currently struggling in knowing we, who are survivors, are out here to help. Know that you can come to us and get support. Know that you are loved and welcome. Know that you are awesome. Just by being you, you have won the war. You don’t have to allow society to paint you as a victim, because you are TITANIUM. 🙂

For help: the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1−800−799−7233 or TTY 1−800−787−3224.

National Sexual Assault Hotline – 1.800.656.HOPE

Here’s the song: