Enter Dr.John Demartini….there’s no way for me to even begin to explain his methods. Suffice to say they are all scientifically backed and have proven successful on thousands of peeps like myself looking for a helping hand to the next level. Name it what you will, I had a blast immersing myself in myself and am now boring the pants of my chums with my new lingo and insights. If past experience prevails all but a few nuggets will wear off in a month or two as I get wrapped up again in my stories, unless…….?
Monday, February 26, 2007
The Secret.
Enter Dr.John Demartini….there’s no way for me to even begin to explain his methods. Suffice to say they are all scientifically backed and have proven successful on thousands of peeps like myself looking for a helping hand to the next level. Name it what you will, I had a blast immersing myself in myself and am now boring the pants of my chums with my new lingo and insights. If past experience prevails all but a few nuggets will wear off in a month or two as I get wrapped up again in my stories, unless…….?
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Food glorious food.
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Thursday, February 22, 2007
You know you're in Waikiki when.....
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Slowly but surely.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Memories.

I received this picture today and it reminded me of my hamster (Chippamingo) who was officially the largest pet I ever owned. He was brilliant and extremely cute. When he needed to pee he’d shuffle his little bottom up high into the corner of his cage and oddly, there are time when my toilet smells like his cage used to. But I digress ....
Chippy, as I guess all caged animal do, decided to make a quick getaway whist using me as the human decoy. The only clue as to his whereabouts was the chewed lining of my parent’s expensive velvet curtains where he’d obviously pitched base camp for a few days. Sad and perplexed I’d about given up on him when my Dad (whilst in the cellar) nearly trod on a little black scurrying thing! The fates were with little Chippy as Dad grabbed him and returned him to me all sooty, black and thin from his wild adventure– hallelujah!

Fast forward to the day of poor little Chippy’s death. It was a Sunday and Dad returned from the pub after his usual Guinness (or two) to find a bereft daughter with shoebox casket ready for burial. Buzzed and not in funeral mode my Dad wrote “Chipy” on the box. Harsh and uncaring…..the family never let him forget his spelling infraction!
PS:Is it just me or does Hamster #1 look a bit porn star-ish?
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Pins and needles.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Forestry (at your) Service.
In the afternoon I did the same thing at Baldwin beach. As I was getting out of my car I saw my friends Cheyenne & River just getting into theirs. So I hid until they approached & then jumped into the middle of the road waving my arms like a wild woman……only to look upon, not my friends, but an elderly couple (one car ahead) in a similar rental. NICE!
Sunday, February 04, 2007
One man's meat....
Water Lilies & Taro.
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