Tell-Tale Closet Part II

Jenny S recently accepted the challenge from me to clean out her closet and take pictures of some of the more "interesting" items she unearthed. Clickety here to see her results. I don't know how long she has been holding on to those sweaters, but have just one thing to say about them, "Burn, Baby, burn!"

Now it's your turn. Be sure to drop me a comment and let me know when to come and look!

I am still in Boston. Early tomorrow morning I will be flying out West, First class! Thanks Secret Agent Man. He and the kids will be sitting in Coach. Muwahaha! Er, I mean. Awwww....

When our plane lands we will be headed to "the river." If you are from that area, you know what I mean when I say "the river." If you are not, you might not know what river I am referring to.

Two days after we get back, I am headed to Portland! Woot and whew!

Don't shoot until you see the whites of their eyes!

Kimber and Amanda guessed correctly. I am in Boston! I am here visiting my sister, Fashionista, the one who periodically does the wardrobing posts.

The picture from the preceding post was taken at Bunker Hill. It is very similar to the Washington Monument, but the obelisk at Bunker hill is smaller and, from what I understand, it only has one window at the top instead of two. We walked up one side and down the other of Bunker Hill after the most fabulous meal I have ever had which can only be described as mo' rockin'! If you have a chance to visit Tangierino Morrocan restaurant in Charlestown, I would highly recommend it. I am sadly lacking in the review department. It would take a concerted effort on my part to describe the food and the irridescentness of the belly dancers gold costume, so I'm just going to say, it's great! Go there!

I have been here since early Tuesday a.m. My kids were terribly spoiled. We had the last four rows of the airplane to ourselves. Each one of them was able to stretch out on three seats and sleep for the five hour flight.

We have done so many things since we have been here. I don't have time to mention them all now because we are taking advantage of the sunny weather and visiting Plimouth Plantation today. But, I will mention one of the highlights... I met a couple of my sister's closest friends, Dana and Macy. Dana has a gorgeous home and even more gorgeous children. Mini Me was in Girl Heaven, she didn't want to leave. She pouted all the way home. And Macy is a fellow blogger and SYTYCD Recap Goddess Extraordanarious! I was so excited to find out she was a blogger, too! I wasn't planning on a Bloggy Meet and Greet, but it happened anyway! I love that!

Okay, I gotta split. It's time to watch some pilgrims churn butters. I'll tell ya more about my trip later.

Here's a hint!

Up, up she goes!

Where she lands, only a couple people know! Now you know that I was in Arizona last night, where I am going today is anyone's guess. E-dub, put your hand down! Give the rest of the class a chance.

Meeting the Faces

That mysterious knock at your door at 9:00 at night could be me.

Knock, knock...

Someone who reads this blog will be receiving a surprise visit from me on Sunday night. I hope that you will be home. I hope that you will be as excited to see me as I am to see you. I won't be coming alone and I won't be empty-handed.

Could it be you?

Update!!

If you have the chance to stop by Nancy and Lauren's house at 9pm on a Sunday night, I highly recommend it. They were surprised and welcoming. They were in their jammies, too, which was an extra treat! I can honestly testify, having seen them with my own eyes, that they are not men. Nancy and Lauren are all they claim to be on their blogs and more! Our visit was short but sweet, afterall, I did "pop in" on them at bedtime, but I know that if we had the whole weekend to be together, they would be a total blast.

Thank you, thank you Nancy and Lauren for welcoming my family and I into your home.

I don't want to make anyone jealous, but... I saw Lauren's wedding dress!

I had a video of our visit, but the connection here at the hotel in Phoenix is really slow:( Maybe I will try to load it again later.

What I wish someone would have told me before the Emergency Room

Let me first say that I am not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV, but if someone would have told me some of these things, it may have saved us some dough and my kids some trauma.

Tis’ a Flesh Wound

My son was jumping on the trampoline at my brother’s house. Bless their hearts, they made the effort to put the safety net around their trampoline. But, it was the metal stairs that lead up to the trampoline that my son cut his head on during a mad, three-kid-scramble to climb out. I was at work, my husband was at school, my sister-in-law did the right thing by calling us. Of course, we hurried over to their house to attend to our son. Although the cut wasn’t deep, it was bleeding a lot. We took our five-year-old to the emergency room. By the time we arrived, the bleeding had stopped. We weren’t concerned about a concussion because my son was lucid and his pupils were their normal size, but we thought that stitches might be in order. When we finally saw the doctor, he informed us that head wounds tend to bleed a lot because there are a lot of capillaries near the surface. He said that the cut wasn’t deep or large enough to merit stitches. The doctor asked the nurse to put Neosporin on my kid’s head and sent us on our way. That was the most expensive tube of Neosporin ever!

Don’t Leave Home without your Pharmacy

Our other son tripped a couple weeks ago in the backyard and broke his arm. He is not prone to drama or whining, so when he continued crying and agonizing, I knew something had to be broken. When we got to the ER, they immediately immobilized his arm. That didn’t seem to help with the pain much. They said they had nothing to offer him for the pain. What? Isn’t this an ER? After over an hour of waiting, x-rays, and a temporary cast was put on, finally some Tylenol magically appeared. The instructions were to continue giving him Tylenol or Acetaminophen for the pain, Ibuprophen was not recommended. Had I known that he could have Tylenol, I would have given it to him before we left that house, that way he wouldn’t have had to suffer so much.

Yankee Doodle Out your Elbow

When my daughter was 3 and my sons were 5, they picked her up by her arms and legs and tried to swing her. She immediately started crying and holding her arm. Again, this child is not prone to whining or over-reacting, so when she continued crying and didn’t want to move her arm, we decided to take her to the ER. My husband, the Eagle Scout, created a splint for her. Keeping it immobile seemed to help a bit. Because we didn’t actually see what the boys did to her, we found out later through a remorseful confession, the doctor ordered x-rays, where they moved and manipulated my daughter’s arm as she howled and wailed like a chorus of love sick coyotes. It was awful to hear and to witness. When the x-rays came back clear, the doctor decided she had Nursemaid elbow. Basically he turned her palm up, pressed his thumb on the inside crease of her elbow and bent her arm. Voila, the crying and the pain immediately stopped. Then he repeated the procedure to show us how we could do it at home if it slipped out again. The instructions are on the web. Again, never at any point did they give her anything for the pain.

Up Your Nose with a Rubber Hose

During my jewelry making phase, I wasn’t as careful with my supplies as I should have been. Two-year-old Mini Me, on a couple of occasions, found the beads on the floor and shoved them up her nose. The first time it happened, Secret Agent Man and I ran circles around each other wondering how we were going to get that bead out. While we were stewing over what to do, she pulled herself up onto the couch, which took enough breath and exertion that she just blew it right out her nose. When we repeated the story to Grandma she reminded S.A.M. that Aunt Who’s-Its used to blow things out of kid’s noses by plugging the clear nostril and blowing gently in to the child’s mouth. The air would then force the bead or bean or whatever the offender may be right out. So, the second time Mini Me had a bead stuffed up her nose, obviously neither one of us learned our lesson the first time, Secret Agent Man swiftly blew it out. Aunt Who’s-It's technique worked like a charm!

I feel grateful our trips to the E.R. have been over minor incidences. I also feel grateful for the excellent care we have received. But, I think because of our lack of information and experience our kids have had to suffer and we have had to pay out more than we would have if we had armed ourselves with more information. I’m not suggesting that you don’t take your kid to the Emergency Room, I am suggesting that, we don't let embarrassment or fear of looking like a "bad" or neglectful parent keep us from sharing our stories with each other so that another family can benefit from or make a decision based on information and experience and not panic.

These are just our family's stories and our experience. If blowing into your kid’s mouth to get the macaroni noodle out of their nose, makes them go cross-eyed, don’t sue me because, as I said in the beginning, I’m not a doctor nor do I play one on TV.

Summer is great at Grandma's

Grandma's swing and Grandma's treehouse.

In case you are interested...

Click here to read my latest Home and Garden article. I would like to thank my fellow "homies" for taking part in the informal poll! Do you have any suggestions for topics for my next article?

Tell-tale Closet

I spent a good portion of the afternoon cleaning out my closet, a project I started months ago. They say that you can tell a lot about a woman by her closet. I wonder if that's true.

I made this t-shirt. Does anyone know the significance of this number?

Got jeans?

You: Annie, do you actually wear that shirt?

Me: What do you think?! Gosh!

Hollywood, Bollywood, Hoochie, Pucci.

Them Paynes know how to party!

Excuse the hiatus. I've been partying with the Paynes. Secret Agent Man took us to a family reunion for his side of the family. We all had a blast. About 125 Paynes attended (Insert joke here). What could be confused for torture was actually just pure Payne-style fun!

Yep! The bossy one is mine.

No children where harmed in the making of this video, but the grass will never be the same.

Aunt Sarah gives an underdog.

Paynez gotz jump ropin' skillz

More bells! Warning you will not get the next 35 seconds of your life back.

Where this mom draws the line, Part Three: Orange Puffs of Death

Today: I am the top post at Mile High Mamas. Click here to read and comment on where I draw the line when it comes to this popular snack food. One hint: Orange Puffs of Death. Don't even get me started on Oreos and nachos.

Yesterday: Boy #1 broke is arm last night:( I will tell you all about that later. If you have never been through this, I have some advice for you.

Don't forget to scroll down to participate in my informal poll.

An Anniethology Informal Poll

Help me out with my next article.

What are your favorite Home and Garden type websites or blogs and why?

The Best of the Sunday Inserts 6/29/08

As No Cool Story would say, "Clickety to biggify!"

Saturday Selection from the Payne Family Photo Album

According to my stat counter, Saturday closely rivals Sunday for the least number of visitors to my blog. I get it. I'm not mad. I don't spend much time in the blogosphere myself on the weekends. Since people are too busy on Saturdays to read blogs, I thought I would pick one or more pictures from the Payne Family photo album to post.

A day of introspection

This series of pictures is called,

"Alone with my camera phone"

Anniethology De-Lurking Day

Comments for bloggers is like heroine. Okay, never mind. Let's go for something more benign, maybe something I actually know about.

Comments are like a chocolate bubble bath, one that magically disappears when you are done so you don't have to clean all that chocolate out of your tub and ruin your towels and plug up your drain and have that embarassing conversation with the plumber about how you managed to get six pounds of chocolate stuck in your pipes.

Leaving a comment for a blogger is like saying,

"The people you know in real life may think you are a nut case, but I totally get you."

It doesn't take much to make a blogger smile. Just a few words to let us know you were here. Today is Anniethology De-lurking Day. Do me a solid and leave a comment today.

Whether it's your first time visiting or you have been waiting in the wings for the courage to chime in or you are one of my bloggin' peeps, I want to hear from you.

There is no need to sign up for Blogger, create a sign in, or give out your url, you can just click to leave an anonymous comment, but at very least, if you are shy, you could leave your initials;)

Good luck! And Happy Commenting!

Protecting the brand: Another thing I learned from Dolly Parton

The summer after my sophomore year in college, I met Dolly Parton. She was in Grand Junction to perform at Country Jam. I had a job as a waitress at the hotel where she was staying. Dolly's people told the breakfast shift that she would be coming down the service elevator in a few minutes and we could greet her as she came out. But, there were two stipulations, we couldn't approach her and we couldn't take her picture.

It would be years later when I would reflect upon Dolly's requests. I understand now why she wouldn't let just anybody take her picture. Dolly is protecting her brand. Did you know that she is on 3-foot-11? Okay, maybe a little taller, but she is short, on the verge of "little person" short. Most people don't realize this because she has protected her brand. Her brand of being blonde, big b**b-ed, and crazy talented. My favorite quote from Dolly is, "It takes a lot of money to look this cheap!"

Now that I appear regularly in the local paper, I feel the need to protect the "Annie Payne" brand. My editor kindly offers to have a photographer come out and take pictures for my articles, but I'm not sure how much they would appreciate me shouting instructions from in front of the camera.

"Not from that angle, THAT angle!"

"Okay, one more with teeth."

"Did you get my shoes?'

"Wait, let me move the plant."

"Can we do that again without the flash?"

Only family could still manage to love me after going through that kind of torture. Secret Agent Man is usually the unfortunate person behind the camera, but I have also used my 9-year-old son. For his young age and experience, he has a good eye for framing.

Here are a few of the rejected photos for my article this week:

No teeth.

Chunky arm.

Checking to see that there are no chlorofluorocarbons in the glass cleaner.

What the kitchen really looked like.

Product obscuring the face.

This is the picture I finally chose. Teeth? Check! Shoes? Check! Looking like I actually use these cleaning products? Check!

"Parenting with Altitude!"

I'm the top post at Mile High Mamas today. Please click here to read and comment on my post, "Where this mom draws the line: Part Deux"

The Best of the Sunday Inserts 6/15/08

On Sunday, before the comics, before Blotter, before the "You Said It," I go straight for the center of the newspaper and pull out all the inserts to see what all the stores are offering on sale that week. Here are my picks for the best items in the Sunday inserts. Brought to you exclusively by my cutting and pasting skillz and my mediocre, but free scanner. Enjoy!

My Favorite Cleaning Tools

For my next article for the Home and Garden section, I am writing about

my favorite cleaning tools.

"The Dyson"

Microfiber Mop

Sprayway

Microfiber Gloves

Telescoping Feather Duster

What are your favorite cleaning items?

Julianne Hough and the Never-ending Pier

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Fh4L7qvUiEM <----Clickety.

If I can live through just one more week...

Friday, I carried out (with lots and lots of help) an all-day activity for 100 children at church. It was the culmination of six months of preparation and planning. It's been reported that the day was a success. NO CHILDREN WERE HARMED, during the paper lei-making, regatta, or charades.

Tomorrow is the first day of Cub Scout Day Camp. I will be volunteering, hopefully, only two of the four days, although I am completely responsible for the coordination of 6 volunteers for each of the four days of the camp.

If I can live through this week, there will be another week to live through.

In my local congregation, I am responsible for the children's Sunday services. For the past two years, 100 children have regularly attended these weekly two hour services.

We have just recently found out that our congregation has grown to the point where it is time to "split the wards" as it's known in our church. I will go from being in charge of 100 kids to about 45. Mind you I don't do this alone, I have the help of two councilors, a secretary, music people, and teachers.

With the splitting of the wards, I will be losing most of the people involved in this organization. Over the next couple of weeks lot of thought, time, and prayer will go into choosing people to replace the ones I have lost.

And I have Jury Duty.

And split ends.

Annie's Mail Bag

Hey Annie,You've probably already seen this, but just in case you hadn't...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_ZimguGSrA&eurl=http://drewandjanaglass.blogspot.com/2008/06/go-archie.html

Have a great day!
Glittersmama

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Glittersmama,

That was great! No, I hadn't seen it. The bumpy camera work makes me dizzy, but he sounds amazing. Would it hurt him to wear a tie for pete's sake? Who the heck is Pete? I sang this song as a solo once in church. I wasn't that good. I'm not a trained singer, I wouldn't even say I am good, but I am willing. When someone calls and says, "Will you sing?" I say "Yes," because I don't think you should say no. You know that whole beer under a bushel thing. Beer? Wait, it's lamp or light or something.

Thanks for sharing!
Annie

How I'm feeling today

Demystifying Feng Shui

I like to Google my name and see what the other Annie Paynes in the world are doing. That’s how I became interested in Feng Shui. I found an Annie Payne who lives back East that teaches classes on the philosophy of Feng Shui. I thought, “She can do it. Why can’t I?”

That was two years ago. Since then I have studied, practiced, and watered-down Feng Shui to make it useful and practical for me and my home.

Feng Shui, pronounced fung-shway, is an ancient Chinese practice of utilizing the Laws of heaven (astronomy) and earth (geography) to improve one’s life by receiving positive chi or energy. Having more positive chi (pronounced chee) in your life means having greater prosperity, peace, and well-being.

My first inclination was that Feng Shui was just a bunch of ancient Chinese mysticism. I couldn’t understand how changing the position of my bed, keeping a goldfish or putting a rooster in my office, could make the least bit of improvement in my life; even so, I was skeptically optimistic. In order to get the most out of Feng Shui for myself, I had to look beyond the “voodoo” and superstition to find the practicality and wisdom behind this 4000-year old-philosophy.

Things as simple as putting a wind chime near my front door, adding more live plants and re-arranging my furniture to be more conducive to the flow of energy through the house has made a difference, not just in the look of my home, but how I feel about my home as well.

What I have begun to understand through Feng Shui is how my environment effects how I feel everyday. I realized that pockets of disorganization here and there in my home, like my closet, the kitchen junk drawer, and the laundry room, were sucking the energy and desire out of my life. I realized those areas were contributing to a feeling of being stagnant and not being able to move on to other tasks.

I know I am not alone in this. It’s important to understand that a home needs to be a place that energizes, inspires, and creates peace for all who live there. Sometimes you need to step back and ask yourself, “Am I depressed because my house is a mess or is my house a mess because I am depressed?”

I’m not talking about clinical depression; I am talking about feeling un-motivated, un-inspired, and listless when it comes to your environment.

When I started practicing Feng Shui, I couldn’t tackle every area in my home that bothered me at once. I wanted to keep it simple and take small steps. I decided to start at the front door.

I learned that in order to attract peace and prosperity, you have to create an environment that attracts good chi, or good energy, to flow through your home. Look at your front door. Is it hanging off the hinges? Is the walkway to your door obstructed by tricycles and footballs. Are there cobwebs and dead leaves? All these things send a signal to “the universe” that you are not ready for good things to flow into your life. You must make a clear path to the front door in order for good chi to enter freely into your home.

Does this sound a little out there for you? How about this? Make sure the path to your door is clear so the UPS man doesn’t trip the next time he delivers a package or the only thing “Brown” will do for you is send you litigation papers.

The Feng Shui philosophy also suggests painting your front door an attractive color. I have yet to apply this principle to my current home.

I asked my husband, Secret Agent Man, to paint the front door of our last house. I picked a dark color of red, which, according to Feng Shui philosophy, is an auspicious color for south-facing homes. The cleaning, prepping, and follow-up coats took up the better part of a Saturday.

As much as he adores me, he won’t be painting another door for me. So instead of painting my now north-facing door blue, I have opted to place an urn with pink New Guinea Impatients, my favorite flowers, next to my front door. I hope the universe will recognize my effort and send me good chi, anyway.

Here are a few more Feng Shui basics from the book, 365 Feng Shui Tips, by Lillian Too, to get you started on a more “Zen-like” atmosphere in your home:

· "Keep your bathroom doors closed. Negative energies tend to accumulate in the bathroom. Make it a household habit to keep all doors going to the bathroom closed."

· "Pictures of women in bedrooms cause problems. Remove all pictures of females from the bedroom. This includes glamorous women, paintings of nudes, and so forth. Their presence makes a marriage crowded." Annie’s note: For all the husbands out there, trust me on this. To all the wives out there, you are welcome.

· "Sound therapy for your space. Sound therapy inside the home is created by the use of wind chimes, bells, bamboos, and other natural sounds. The sound of flowing water will also attract vibrant fresh chi into your home. Make an effort to never leave your home silent for too long. When you go on vacation, keep the radio turned on as this is the best way to keep the chi flowing." Annie’s note: This is just a suggestion. Don’t send me the electric bill.

· "Throw out chipped glasses and cups. Chinese matriarchs are strict about this. Eating and drinking from chipped plates and cups not only is bad luck for you, but shows disrespect for your guests, also."

· "Removing negative chi from neighbors. For petty annoyances place a large urn of water with a wide mouth and a narrow base between your home and the neighbor’s house. For a stronger measure to deflect bitterness and hate, use a round mirror circled by trigrams arranged like a yin pa kua symbol. This powerful tool bounces back a thousand-fold whatever energy is being sent your way." Annie’s note: Or how about making your neighbors brownies and letting bygones by bygones?

For as much mysticism and superstition that is found in the philosophy of Feng Shui there are also practical and pertinent applications that can be used to enhance the home of even the most skeptical Feng Shui practitioner.

Now that I have created a little more peace and well-being in my home through Feng Shui, I am ready to see what else I can learn from the other Annie Paynes of the world.

Google me this, Google me that, is there another Annie Payne that can show me how to knit a yoga mat?

The preceeding was my latest article for the Home and Garden section of The Daily Sentinel, Western Colorado's Largest Newspaper.

Meatloaf knows, I won't do that

I am the top post at Mile High Mamas today. It's all about where this mom draws the line with her kids.

When I gave birth to my three children, I went from a being free-wheeling, fun-loving, fly-by-the-seat-of-your-capris kind of gal, who could hop in a car and go at a moment’s notice to a diaper bag-hauling, over-protective, sleep deprived, germaphobe with a Super Woman complex. Sound dramatic? Sound familiar? Click here to read more.

I've learned my lesson...

...and the lesson is... crow tastes like chicken.

I will never bet my blog on anything ever again, until the next season of American Idol. I won't be deceived twice or thrice.

There are some happenings around the blogosphere.

This one is having a birthday!

This one is going through quite a change.

This one was the victim of a crime and is daring enough to post her weight.

This one, 28 years ago, had hair to envy! Don't worry, girl. What goes around comes around and when that style comes back, we are gonna be ready with our hot rollers!

Don't bet on a Mormon

Mitt Romney, Marie Osmond, and now "Archie," have all let me down. I should have known better than to bet my blog that he would win, especially since, being a Mormon myself, gambling is against the tenets of my religion.

I think what hurts the most is that I wrong. Read it again. I was wrong. I'm never wrong when it comes to A.I, except this time. I pride myself on being able to predict who will stay and who will go home. The producers set us up for an upset and I fell for it. I'm humiliated.

That's where I have been for the past few days, wallowing in my own humiliation. I could care less which David won, I just wanted to be right.

Thanks for all the nice comments. It's nice to know that if I actually had the guts to pull the plug, I would be missed. So, all of you who bet I would be back, you are right!

This is one Mormon you can bet on.

The End

Anniethology on Idol: The Final Idol Whooz ur daddy?!

David "Babyface" Archuleta
"Monchichi"

Someone give that kid a barf bag. I felt sorry for him, he looked like he was about to pass out. David Archuleta is going to win. I'll bet my blog on it. If he loses I will shut down Anniethology for good. There ya have it! I'm laying myself down on the line for this prediction, although I think I'm pretty safe.

My new home in "Home and Garden"

My first article for the Home and Garden section debuted in the Saturday edition of the local paper this weekend. My picture was even on the front page with the title, "Annie Payne is back!" Click here to have a read.

Above is the picture that was printed along with my article. I must say, I was having a fabulous hair day! Secret Agent Man took about 20 pictures of me before I finally decided on this one. I kept opening and closing blinds, moving the plant, raising and lowering my chin. My editor offered to have the newspaper's photographer come out and take my picture, but honestly I really don't think they would like all the fluffing and fussing I do to get it just right.

#1 on My Summer Book List

It's nice to be able to read strictly for enjoyment, again. My love for Bollywood as filtered into my choices of literature.

The Sari Shop by Rupa Bajwa

This picture could be a scene from the first few pages of the book.

I don't know what I am going to read next. I am willing to take suggestions. What are you going to read this summer?

An Anniethology Ode to Trains.

Japanese Train Loaders.

Didn't their moms teach them to wait their turn?


Indian Train.

"Woot! We're on a train!"


Train Wreck

...wait for it.


Another kind of train wreck...

Click here

Anniethology on Idol: The Final 3

I shouldn't be here. I should be studying for finals. I'm gonna keep this short.

It's obvious to me who the American Idol producers want to win. They put their money into David Cook! I think, that they think, in order to keep American Idol relevant, David Cook needs to win this whole thing. Another "cute kid," like Jordan Sparks, can't win again or they will lose credibility.

David A. So cute, he is hard to criticize, but I saw something on Oprah yesterday that made it all clear for me. Oprah had on "the worlds smartest, most talented kids." She had on a young Philipino girl who could belt out Whitney Houston songs. Although she did an amazing job mimmicking the sound, it lacked the soul, feeling, magic, and life experience Whitney brings to her music. This girl was just a really good parrot.

Don't throw tomatoes, but I feel that at this point David A. is in parrot mode. When he is older, falls in love, get's his heart broken, pays for his own toilet paper, deals with fame, he will become an artist, not just a good singer. The long and short of it... he needs to mature.

Syesha does not want to be the American Idol. Tonight, she tried out for a Broadway show. That is why she picked the song she did. She doesn't want to be a singer, she wants to be an actress.

We should all give her the chance to do that.

My Mudders Day Gift

The Schwin Windwood, for the mom-on-the-go. Rad rubber boots and protective helmet sold seperately. Thanks Secret Agent Man. Thanks kids. Thanks Mr. Bush. I can't wait to add some way cool decals!

Dubya luv ya!

What are you doing with your "Dubya Luv Ya" money, a.k.a your economic stimulus check? Are you stimulating the economy with it? Are you stashing it away? Perhaps you are buying up rice with it? Check back later and I'll show you what we did with ours.

Anniethology on Idol: An "Anniemation"

More Hawaii pics

King Kamehameha and his golden loin cloth. Must be great to be king!

No matter where you go in the world, you can always find a Vietnamese lady to give you a pedi.

Dole Plantation Pineapple Train

Look! Pineapples!

L.D.S Chapel in Honolulu




Mini Me enjoying the Hawaii Mixed CD Wendy gave me.