Stories of life. About everything and nothing; as told by a Chamolinaole on Saipan.
I’ve used up all my upload space for this month….but I don’t have enough money for a pro account just yet. So I’ll just post some junk here. Enjoy.
James and I went to street market this evening. I stopped James from walking into the path of a lady taking a picture of the food at the Capriciossa booth. When she was finished she apologized. I told her don’t worry about it, I do the same thing. Then I took out my camera and snapped the following set.
BBQ sticks? They got corn, chicken, pork, chicken wings, turkey tails, hot dogs, pig ears. Take your pick – they’re BBQ sticks!
Vel came walking with me again today. So I took some pictures of things that caught my eye.
Who’s the guy in the commercial with Emeril who can’t quite get it right?
Blam! Boing! Zing!
I think it’s Seth Meyers….but James doesn’t agree.
This cutie, I call him Big Red, watches over the sink at the bar.
This truck was kind of wobbling down middle road on our way home tonight. Seriously. I first noticed the wobble, then I saw the Wabol.
Here’s a close-up of the license plate:
Maybe making it to the tank and back in 40 minutes really isn’t that big of a deal. Have I been calculating my time wrong….what’s the matter with me?? Seriously, I did graduate from college – I have a piece of paper that says I did. Lau and Vel came walking with me today. We walked at about half the speed that I usually walk alone. Yet, we made it to the tank and back in 40 minutes. Did we just enter the twilight zone?
Since I walked so much slower than normal, I had time to really take in the scenery and enjoy the transition from the pavement to the sand and back, the way the light hit the bright green leaves on this one shrub, the little fish jumping out of the water, etc. I took some pics of the things that caught my eye…but they were all crap so I deleted them – hey, I’m not a photographer, I think I got a B- in B&W Photography in high school.
We saw Nacho Libre the other night. It was funny!
(I just need to vent – I’m having a tough time letting go.)
I’m through with you, Company X. I’m not trying to force you to think I’m right. If I’m wrong, I’ll admit it and I’ll accept it. But I first need to understand why I’m wrong. And if you can’t provide me with a logical explaination as to why I’m wrong….well….I just can’t accept it.
Thank you for the offer, I really do appreciate it, it’s much more than I expected; but I can’t deal with you anymore. James and my mom will have to do it.
Someone recently congratulated me on looking like I’d lost a little weight…and then proceeded to scoff as I explained that in 40 minutes I walk (walk, mind you, not run) from Oleai Beach Bar to the tank just past Quarter Master and back.
How can someone who is out of shape and literally twice my size act like they can do better? I wanted to say, “you go try it and tell me how far you get.” Well, there was more that I wanted to say, but I had to let go of that urge.
But you know what? No matter how far this person would go, even if it was only down to Joeten Motors and back, I would only give words of encouragement.
I’m not making a HUGE effort to shed the pounds, but I’m making an effort…and I’m quite pleased with my effort. Walks at least twice a week and hula on the weekends, and randomly throw in the occasional McDonald’s Yoga DVD. It’s way more than what I was doing before – nothing.
“How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye?” ~Matthew 7:4
We ran out of the Korean Maxwell House instant coffee (the only instant coffee I’ll drink and the only hot coffee I’ll drink that’s sweet) so I attempted to turn my mom’s freshly brewed Seattle’s Best coffee (yuck) into sweetened iced coffee to take to work – it was GROSS!
But it’s OK, see, because I stopped at Winchell’s and picked up a cold cappuccino, it’s not the greatest, but it’s better than the junk I made. And the nice lady who helped me charged me at the special coffee and donut combo price of $1.99, whereas my drink alone would have cost $2.00. What a nice lady.
And I hadn’t yet put on my makeup – just goes to show that people can be nice to you even if you aren’t wearing makeup.
This is what James and I did after work today:
(James just blew my mind. He just taught me that if I resize my pics they take less storage space….then they upload faster. I’m not a nerd, but I know a little bit of computer geeky stuff, I mean, that’s why I was hired for my current job in the first place – to teach adult computer classes….but I can’t believe I never thought of this resizing thing before. Well, that’s why his degree is in CIS and mine isn’t.)
We rented World’s Fastest Indian. I had no idea what this was about when James started to play it. Turns out there’s an old motorcycle called an Indian. I liked it – good movie.
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