Oh What To Say?

I have no idea what to post anymore. I have posted so many Hawaii pictures I am sure you are all tired of those. I don't really have anything to say. So what do I post? I have used pictures as a excuse not to post words. I have words to say, but when it comes to putting them down I freeze. I have so many posts I have started and not finished about a variety of subjects. Ranging from money matters to social matters. I think it all hinges from not being confident in my writing abilities. I tend to ramble and sound like an idiot. Sometimes I think and think about what I write and sometimes I just type and publish. I know the lack if my word posts hinges on my poor writing ability. To improve one must practice. I need to write about everything. I am publicly holding myself accountable for posting words. Improving my writing ability, word usage, vocabulary and grammar. You are all free to correct any errors you see in my posts. My typos are bad! I need to work on that too!

People!

Peoples cellphone habits amuse me. Last week I was in the grocery store and a man was walking around with his cellphone to his ear, not saying anything for a very long time. He must be talking to a very long winded person! Suddenly his phone rang. He blushed from the top of his head to the bottoms of his feet. I burst out laughing. I tried not to but it is hard to control.
After that a woman was walking through the store and ever time someone's phone rang she would frantically look at hers. I found that amusing also.

Yesterday I was at Wal-Mart and the checker I choose scrutinized every item and asked what I was going to use it for. I wanted to scream JUST PUT IT IN THE BAG! Finally she was looking at the last item I had. Which was a box of Dr. Peppers. On the box where the cardboard flaps over lap one flap was bent back. She asked me if I wanted another box. The dogs tear up the box after the drinks are gone. I'm really not concerned about having perfect box.

Later at the fitness center I was getting my stuff from my locker. And a woman shoves me out of the way to get her stuff out of the locker that is below mine. I stood my ground and just looked at her. She said Would you get out of the way and let me finish! I did the polite grown up thing and moved aside. She finished her business and left.

Thanks for reading another installment of my life!

Salsa!

You Are Salsa

You are an extremely outgoing and vivacious person. You are quite tolerant and open minded. You rather accept people than judge them. Adventurous and unpredictable, you have the reputation of a daredevil. Your taste in food leans toward very spicy and exotic dishes. Whether it's thai food or an extra spicy mexican meal, you're into the hot flavors. You get along with hot sauce personalities. Everyone else, not so much.

What Condiment Are You?

Pjs and Weddings

To some, nine o'clock s the morning man sound rather eccentric for a wedding, but to people of the Atlantic Coast it is not a bit more so than an evening hour--less so, if anything because the morning is unconventional anyway and etiquette, never being very strong at that hour, is not defied, but merely left quiescent. If, for any reason, such as taking an early morning train or ship--an early morning wedding might be good suggestion. The bride should, of course, not ear satin and lace; she could wear organdie ( let us hope that nine 0'clock wedding is in summer!), or she cold wear a very simple white crepe de chine. Her attendants could wear the simplest sort of morning dresses with garden hats; the groom a sack suit or flannels. And the breakfast--really breakfast--could consist of scrambled eggs and bacon and toast and coffee--and griddle cakes!
The above is not written in ridicule; the hour would be very "unusual," but simple early morning wedding where every one is dressed in morning clothes, and where breakfast is suggests the first mean of the day--could be perfectly adorable! The evening wedding on the other hand, lays itself open to criticism because it is a function--a function is formal, and the formal is always strictly in the province of that austere and inflexible lawmaker, Etiquette. And Etiquette at this moment says: "Weddings on the Atlantic seaboard are celebrates not later than four-thirty o'clock in the afternoon!"
---Etiquette by Emily Post, 1922

Pjs at a wedding! On my gosh! I would never wear my pjs to a wedding. I look like a homeless person in my pjs. Shorts and a holey tee shirt are not exactly wedding attire. Does that mean morning breath and bed head would also appropriate?

Dole Plantation 3

I want to paint this. It looks like some where you would sit and drink frilly fruity drinks.

Now before you go any further if you hate hibiscuses or you are already tired of all my hibiscus pictures, please stop now. If you like flowers you will have your fill for the day!















Did you ever know there were so many different kinds of Hibiscuses? Amazing huh!

This is the last segment in my Hawaii posts. :( The Dole Plantation was out list place to visit.

What am I going to post now? My life is pretty boring. I guess I will have to more creative. Use that think inside my cranium! If it has not evaporated!

Stupid Signs.

This sign was in our hotel room in Honolulu. It made me laugh. Where else is one going to bathe? The tiny sink? The toilet? Where? After reading this sign I got mental images of bathing in the sink. Or trying to. How, may I ask, am I going to fit in a sink no bigger than a volley ball?
That sign made me think about stupid signs and warning labels. I know that companies must put these kinds of warnings to protect themselves. But really do I need a sign telling me I should bathe in the tub?


I found this one in a Google search for stupid signs.

I would rather die of dehydration than drink out of a public toilet! EWWWWWWW!

Are people so stupid they need signs saying not to drink out of the toilet? I would hope not!
My dog does not even drink out of the toilet!

I hope humanity is smart enough not to drink out of toilets. If not we have serious problems.

Dole Plantation 2

Dole Plantation Maze ! Allisa and I completed it. It took us a little over an hour.
Walking thought the gates as we finished the maze. It was hard! But fun. Dad and my brother did not finish. My brother tried for three hours.

Red Silk Hibiscus

Pineapple
Bird of Paradise