tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35433799540235692952008-07-04T14:29:48.582-10:00The Loony Adventures of GoonieGooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-24021393561250224492008-07-04T14:05:00.004-10:002008-07-04T14:29:48.622-10:00Happy 4th of July!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/UncleGoonie.jpg"></a>Let's gorge ourselves on hot dogs & set off some explosives!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/UncleGoonie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/UncleGoonie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-66881913831317518632008-06-24T21:48:00.011-10:002008-06-30T22:43:11.979-10:00Wowie MauiOh, I bet you've missed me. Feel free to blame Woman. I know I do. Her laptop is on it's last leg and she has yet to buy me a new one.<br /><br />Any who... back in May, Woman & Jerry felt they could use a little vacay so they decided to head to Maui for Memorial Day weekend. Goonie's no third wheel so I called up one of my NYC girlfriends, Miss Alison.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0597.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0597.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I sent her a first class coach ticket, we loaded up the <a href="http://automobiles.honda.com/fit/">new car</a> and took the Superferry on a 3 hour tour. A THREE... HOUR... TOUR. Of course I was ready to get out of the car & get some Maui sun but instead Woman felt the need to drive another 3 hours on the Road to Hana to a campsite at Kipahulu.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0501.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0501.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The view was nice, but the smell was not so great due to an unfortunate proximity to the port-a-potty. Nice planning Woman.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0499.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0499.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The next morning we got up for a grueling hike to a water leak.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0506.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0506.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />But there were some interesting trees to pee on.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0505.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0505.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Jerry & Alison felt the compulsion to jump down the Oheo Gulch or Seven Sacred Pools.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0525.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0525.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I, on the other hand, felt some location shots would really liven up my portfolio.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0517.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0517.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We rejoined Jerry & Alison at the base of the falls where they were taking part in an ancient Hawaiian ritual.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0536.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0536.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0539.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0539.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>For once, I chose Woman's grounded company.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0540.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0540.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Having seen the sights of Hana, including a black sand beach & a beach cave, it was time to load up & head back on the Hana Highway.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0527.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0527.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We did stop for refreshments along the way.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0552.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0552.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We set up camp the second night at Papalua Wayside Park between Lahaina and Kihei. It smelled much nicer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0554.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0554.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />It was tre romantic.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0558.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0558.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The next morning the girls went on a snorkel tour to Molokini.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/F1000023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/F1000023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/F1000017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/F1000017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />They swam with some of these guys.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/F1000006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/F1000006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />And then these dudes cruised by.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/F1000001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/F1000001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />After an afternoon nap...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0574.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0574.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We checked out Lahaina then jumped back on the ferry to Oahu.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0580.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0580.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Alison finished out the week on Oahu and thoroughly enjoyed herself.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0605.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/IMG_0605.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />She found Hawaii so to her liking, she will be moving here in September! (She must have really liked our couch.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/PICT0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Maui%20May%202008/PICT0003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-39448825488440733472008-04-29T13:11:00.005-10:002008-04-29T13:45:19.929-10:00Party on the Ala WaiSo, back at Melrose Place Billy & Allison decided to have a potluck and invite the whole building. Jerry & Woman obviously didn't have any other plans and my date with a Papillon fell through at the last minute so I tagged along. Sadly, there was nothing low carb in the buffet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4543.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4543.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />On my way to the bar, I spotted a gorgeous brunette.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4556.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4556.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I quickly ran home & threw on a fierce outfit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4549.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4549.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />And leapt into her arms to confess my undying love.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4550.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4550.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Her name is Connie and she digs me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4551.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4551.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Later on, I was hanging with my girl when suddenly I spotted a gorgeous Adonis. I leapt into his arms to confess my undying love.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4546.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4546.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />So, Bruce, where ya from?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4547.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4547.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The rest of the night was kind of a blur.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4572.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4572.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-14924569472825892008-03-23T22:22:00.008-10:002008-03-24T16:06:04.369-10:00Hippity HoppityOh goody goody. Easter is here. Twenty dollars Woman puts me in a dress by 10:00 am. What time is it?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/BunnyCanal1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/BunnyCanal1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />DAMN HER! I wonder if a jump in the canal would kill me. Maybe I should push her in first to check.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/BunnyCanal2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/BunnyCanal2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Oh, she's lucky I was distracted by presents!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/BunnyPresents1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/BunnyPresents1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Do I look macho with this football or do the gay bunny ears cancel it out?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/BunnyBall.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/BunnyBall.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Maffy Heaster!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/BunnyPresents2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/BunnyPresents2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-29045328993663062812008-03-03T21:48:00.005-10:002008-03-04T12:44:19.374-10:00Thar She Blows!Sunday, I went for a hikey-poo to <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&geocode=&q=Makapuu+lighthouse&sll=21.27048,-157.803054&sspn=0.008408,0.01339&ie=UTF8&ll=21.306248,-157.655225&spn=0.033625,0.067635&t=h&z=15">Makapu'u Lighthouse</a>. I brought along Woman & her friend Rachel to carry my water and take pictures of me looking outdoorsy for my portfolio.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Posing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Posing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />It was two miles uphill so I took lots of breaks so the ladies could rest. I wasn't tired at all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/HotDog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/HotDog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Here is the view of the lighthouse from the top.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/View02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/View02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This is looking towards Waimanalo Bay. We saw some whales & a sea turtle.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/View01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/View01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This is Rachel. She said I was heavy so I farted in her car on the ride home. Several times.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/GR.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/GR.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Here is one of many chicks who dig me. There was another ankle bitter there that said I looked like a fat poodle. He probably weighed 40 lbs., while I am a lean 20 lbs. Okay, 22 lbs, but who's the real fatty? The kid! And Maestro. Maestro is fat.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Chicks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Chicks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I climbed this rock for some extra calf muscle work.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/KingofRock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/KingofRock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Then I couldn't get down so I made Woman carry me. Two miles down hill.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/GoonCarry03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/GoonCarry03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />But it wasn't because I was tired.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/GoonCarry01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/GoonCarry01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />No, I just thought she could use some upper body work.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/GoonCarry02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/GoonCarry02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-51055372330767799502008-02-24T19:54:00.004-10:002008-02-24T21:28:45.367-10:00Aloha WaikikiSo our lease is up at the end of the month & I found us a lovely new place in Waikiki. I needed Woman & Jerry to sign some papers and write one of those check thingys so we walked down to the new apartment last Saturday.<br /><br />Goodbye Ala Moana, Hello Waikiki!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4484.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4484.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>And hel-lo boys!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4485.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4485.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>So we are walking along enjoying the day when we run into <span style="font-style: italic;">Maestro</span>. A one year old version of myself. I can practically smell the puppy food on his breath. What a fatty. And he isn't<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>even<span style="font-style: italic;"> altered</span>. How un-PC. So I told him I hated him and Woman apologized for my behavior and on we went. Good riddance!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4486.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4486.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Here is our new apartment building. People are real friendly like it's Melrose Place or something.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4487.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4487.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The canal is across the street & the beach is three blocks away.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4488.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4488.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>So we toured the new pad & ended up moving that day. Here is the entry into the living/ dining area.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4490.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4490.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>And the kitchen with the bath & bedroom down the hall.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4491.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4491.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>As papers were being signed, some neighbors dropped by to introduce themselves and they all said the same thing... "Oh, he looks just like Maestro!" That's right. The fat puppy is my new neighbor. Ugh. I hope it's not a long lease.Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-9949520698742807162008-01-15T12:25:00.000-10:002008-01-15T13:13:33.124-10:00Quarter-life CrisisWell, yesterday I turned three. Ugh, I feel so ancient. Thank goodness I don't look a day over eighteen months.<br /><br />Woman & Jerry threw me a surprise party. The big surprise was that no one else showed up. What wasn't surprising was the pink tiara Woman made me wear. I really do hate her.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4424.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4424.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Woman made a chicken & oatmeal cake with peanut butter frosting. Here I am licking off the frosting. I'm very dainty like that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4430.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4430.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Umm, then I may have gotten a bit carried away but it was sooo worth it. I hope Woman & Jerry didn't expect me to share.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4433.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4433.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>What? I've something on my face? Never mind, let's open presents.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4427.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4427.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Hang on! This isn't an iPhone! What does a dog have to do to get an iPhone around here?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4448.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4448.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Okay, that was fun. Let's go to the dog park so I can hit on some puppies & make myself feel better. I'll save the convertible for my mid-life crisis.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4449.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4449.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-13380337626915557462008-01-13T20:00:00.000-10:002008-01-13T22:19:51.636-10:002008 ResolutionsWell, it's 2008 so I reckon I should make some resolutions. (We're watching the newest installment of Lonesome Dove so I'm using words like reckon.)<br /><br />Obviously, my first resolution is to inflict bodily harm on Woman.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4391.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4391.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Resolution two is to get a minimum of fifteen hours of sleep a day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4398.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4398.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Resolution Three: Reduce carbs until I see a reduction in the size of my behind.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4396.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4396.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />And finally, this is the year I shall become the ULTIMATE FIGHTING CHAMPION!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4384.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4384.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />There, that should do it.Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-22425196437400452952007-12-31T13:02:00.000-10:002007-12-31T14:01:49.990-10:00The Christmas KittyWell, that was quite the extended turkey coma, wasn't it?<br /><br />The fault, of course, lies with <span style="font-style: italic;">Woman</span>. Ever since she brought that feline into our house, her laptop has been pushed aside. I can do a lot for a dog, but I can't manage to slide that little plastic bar that opens her laptop. I was hoping for an iPhone for Christmas but was sadly disappointed. At least I have new balls.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4350.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4350.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />LEAVE US!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4369.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4369.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Jerry was maniacally happy about the streamers & basket for his new bike. He's such a girl sometimes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4361.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4361.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Back to Woman's new kitty. I <span style="font-style: italic;">loathe</span> her & am terrified of what it means for me. Woman has that evil glint in her eye again.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/kittymachine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/kittymachine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>A few weeks ago, I went downtown to take Christmas photos with a couple of fatties for my Holiday card.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/XmasCardFront.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/XmasCardFront.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Whoops-a-daisy, that's the wrong side! Oh, I am so bad. Here are the original fatties on the back of our card.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/XmasCardBack.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/XmasCardBack.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Didn't get one in the mail? Well, print it out here, slap it on your fridge & stop whining.<br /><br />Here's to a good New Year's Eve & a bad champagne hangover on New Year's day! I have plans with a Yorkie down the hall so don't wait up.Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-62360511041127990052007-11-22T21:41:00.000-10:002007-11-22T22:32:53.741-10:00Turkey DayDeath to all turkeys!<br /><br />Woman made us walk all the way to Zippy's to pick up take-out turkey dinners & then down to Waikiki for a picnic.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4151.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4151.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>If she is too lazy to cook Thanksgiving dinner for us, the least she could do is go pick it up herself. Am I right?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4169.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4169.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Jerry passed out from the effort. He nearly died.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4177.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4177.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>After our <span style="font-style: italic;">store bought</span> dinners, we walked down by the marina.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4185.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4185.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I dug a hole in the sand...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4190.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4190.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>And then I urinated in it! Ha! I bet you didn't see that coming!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4191.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4191.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Here's the pervert who takes photos of people urinating. Yes, that is Woman. She finally dares to show her face.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4208.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>On a whim, I decided to banish the sun. It just acts so smug sometimes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4213.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4213.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Begone!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4216.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4216.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Oh my. That actually worked! I wonder what other powers I possess?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4218.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4218.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Maybe I should try to summon up some cute sailors...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4219.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4219.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-18947266250761966842007-11-12T20:33:00.000-10:002007-11-16T10:48:18.839-10:00Adventure?I have been dying for an adventure but between Woman's boogie board habit & Jerry's football addiction, I've had to settle for the local dog run. Well, imagine my surprise when Woman told me we were going for an outing! We walked & I sniffed & before I knew it we were at a beautiful waterfall!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4105.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Are we at Manoa Falls? Kapena Falls? I was so awed by the beauty! But, wait a minute... what the devil?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4111.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I've been bamboozled! This is the Hawaiian Hilton Village in Waikiki! And I seriously doubt that Slurpee in Woman's hand came from a Shave Ice stand on the North Shore. Oh well, at least I look good for the tourists.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4108.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4108.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-86730828746026196082007-10-31T16:59:00.000-10:002007-11-01T08:54:08.578-10:00Happy Hula-ween!As I do every October, I have been tearing off the pages of my Harry Potter Page-A-Day desk calendar with mounting dread. Oh, what has she cooked up this year? Over the past two years, Woman has dressed me as a Poodle & as a Sea Lion for Halloween. Sure, I win tons of prizes & accolades, but really, it's so embarrassing. Well, we did my Halloween photo shoot this weekend & I dare say, I look quite fetching... even though I'd prefer to be a red head.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4089.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I was going for a pin-up girl look here...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4119.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4119.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Well, I may not fill out my coconut bra, but I do know how to work it for the camera.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4120.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4120.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />So, have a Happy Halloween... if you must.Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-31205799452994460612007-10-27T20:38:00.000-10:002007-10-27T21:59:21.568-10:00Does not play well with others...When Woman told me she hired me a person trainer I was so ecstatic that she was finally taking my dream of having ripped abs seriously. I spent all morning waxing & picking out a harness to wear to meet my trainer. I had visions of hunky local with a Chuck Norris body and a face like Brad Pitt. Imagine my surprise when <span style="font-style: italic;">Marie</span> showed up. And was she interested in my abs? No! Woman told her I needed <span style="font-style: italic;">behavioral</span> training because I'm anti-social<span style="font-style: italic;">.</span> It's called being aloof & many find it intriguing. Spend all the money on training you want, Woman, I'll never be a common butt sniffer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4077.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4077.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-15701235938673780372007-10-16T20:38:00.000-10:002007-10-17T10:58:39.440-10:00Me Smokem Peace PipeA few weeks ago, I overheard woman & Jerry saying something about some Indian Pow Wow. I thought it was a weird name for a restaurant but who cares when we're going out for Indian food! You know, a nice curry buffet, or something. I was drooling just thinking about it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4075.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4075.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />But no, I was sadly mistaken. Instead we went to a Native American Pow Wow. In Honolulu. Ironic, isn't it? There are no Native Americans "native" to Hawaii. We're in the middle of the bloody Pacific! Any who, Jerry who is half Cherokee, and Anna who is full blood Saltine Cracker seemed to enjoy themselves. (I'm half black & half white if you can't tell.) I just spent my time contemplating new hairstyles and dreaming about Tikka Masala.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_4054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-16639904173416207332007-09-27T22:45:00.000-10:002007-09-28T09:14:45.284-10:00Well, Woman & Jerry Bob went to the ASID awards banquet last weekend. This is for all you desperate housewives that have been asking for a closeup of bald Jerry:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/ASIDBanquette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/ASIDBanquette.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Jerry is on the left with Woman's coworker/friend center & coworker/friend's husband on right. My coworker/middle finger is saluting him right now. I've got a permanent tux look going & I didn't even get a doggie bag.Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-68381717220710977912007-09-23T21:06:00.000-10:002007-09-23T21:32:46.815-10:00Study ThisSo, for those who care, Woman's job is going well. She's an Interior Designer, not that you'd know it from looking at the dump we live in. She's currently designing an advertising office & some fancy house in Maui. I wonder if they're looking to adopt.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3987.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3987.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />And Jerry got a job waiting tables at some factory of cheesecake whilst he saves money for real estate school. These are his note cards. Seems he has to take some stupid test during training. It's a cheesecake factory. Why can't it be a taste test?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3997.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3997.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This doesn't taste like cheesecake.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3995.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3995.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Am I helping?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3993.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3993.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />And the answer is "Graham Cracker Crust." Oh, I miss Carson. Jay Leno can kiss my big (yet firm) black behind.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3990.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3990.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-45055440218114156882007-09-23T19:55:00.000-10:002007-09-23T20:51:06.830-10:00Lying, lying liars.It was another beautiful day in Hawaii & Woman & Jerry told me they were going to go to the library to research tax law. Four hours later, I was bored & surfing the internet & what do I spy on the Waikiki webcam?????? Jerry & Woman horsing around on the beach! I guess it's not true that when you lie, your pants are actually on fire. Especially when you're wearing a towel that Jerry is trying to steal. Time to go pee on something expensive.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/AnnaandGeraldoWaikikiBeach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/AnnaandGeraldoWaikikiBeach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-81907492652684754782007-09-13T20:39:00.000-10:002007-09-13T20:56:05.463-10:00You take the good, you take the bad...Well Woman started a new job this week. Which is good because it means she's out of my hair and Jerry can focus on my puppy massages...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3874.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3874.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />But also bad because sometimes, the scary window monster eats my racquetball & no one is here to stick their hand in it's mouth to retrieve it for me. You know, because I don't have thumbs. Not because I'm scared or anything. Because I'm not.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3980a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3980a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3980.jpg"><br /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-83808580129928090652007-09-09T17:00:00.000-10:002007-09-09T18:23:42.901-10:00DogglesSo I was just lying around daydreaming when Woman told me we were going out for a family outing. Um, family? That's pretty messed up, but I was up for a little fun so I grabbed my towel & sunglasses & we headed down to Waikiki. Jerry came along to carry the bag. He didn't really want to come because he was watching a pigskin game. Mmmmm, pork rinds.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3965.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3965.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />So these are my new glasses. What do you think? Does my head look too round in them? Don't you hate buying new glasses? I looked to Cosmo for some tips but how am I supposed to know if I've a square, oval or heart shaped face? I do wish Woman had brought my swimming trunks. No one else was swimming bottom-less.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3975.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3975.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Oh yes, very funny. Catch me coming out of the shower. Very clever. Shame it isn't a video. AFV is looking for entries, you pervert.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3976.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3976.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-22177717822051532662007-09-05T16:21:00.000-10:002007-09-05T22:06:13.458-10:00Diamonds!Well, Woman & Jerry went to Diamond Head the other morning. I asked them to bring me back a tennis bracelet but the only thing that came back glittering was the pair of them covered in sweat.<br /><br />Here is the start of the trail:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/HikeStartEnd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/HikeStartEnd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />And here is the view from the top:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3917.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3917.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Looks nice but, *yawn*, I'd rather work on my tan by the pool. However, the treat you get when you're done does look tasty.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3925.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3925.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />By the way, apparently the stress of moving to a remote island with Woman has made all of Jerry's hair vacate his head.Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-26597914177799054672007-09-03T09:07:00.000-10:002007-09-05T16:21:15.024-10:00Abs of BronzeLook at the abs on this guy! He sure gets lei'd a lot. I dare say he's got the right idea. I shall model my life after this Duke guy from now on. My life <span style="font-style:italic;">and</span> my abs. Here's the <a href="http://www.honolulu.gov/multimed/waikiki.asp">live feed</a> of his location. Perhaps if you all quit your jobs & become recluses, you may see me working on my abs nearby sometime.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3907.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3907.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-6917391874577926242007-09-02T15:18:00.000-10:002007-09-02T15:47:26.648-10:00You put the lime in the coconut...To my female admirers:<br /><br />If you like Pina Coladas, and getting sand in your face.<br />Come see me on the North Shore. I found the perfect place.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3885.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3885.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Unhand my coconut, Jerry! I'm trying to impress the ladies with my mixology skills! From the looks of Woman in a bathing suit, I believe you've made her her share of Pina Coladas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3889.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3889.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-78138638199471598962007-09-02T15:16:00.000-10:002007-09-02T15:18:39.193-10:00*YAWN*Rainbows are gay.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3875.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3875.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-20744526320021676492007-08-30T22:52:00.000-10:002007-08-30T23:09:28.601-10:00Aloha!Well don't I feel silly. Turns out we were at a cheap airport motel last night in a place called Oakland. We got on yet another airplane this morning & I got crammed under Woman's seat for another five hours but I must say, I was quite pleased with the results.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3859.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3859.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />May I introduce you to my new bachelor pad in Honolulu? Wait a minute, what the devil am I wearing? How <span style="font-size:-1;">cliché</span>, woman. Normally I would demand her to take it off but I believe I'll let this one slide.<br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3871.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3871.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Oh dear, I believe I've already been infected with that nasty little bug they call the "Aloha Spirit". Maybe I can ward it off with a good pee in her suitcase.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3869.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/IMG_3869.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3543379954023569295.post-60472406216715455082007-08-29T12:39:00.000-10:002007-08-31T07:54:45.951-10:00Ick!What the deuce? I left my 1930's Tudor building in New York City & got shoved into a bag under Woman's airplane seat for 6 hours to live here? Are you kidding me? This place looks like a cheap airport motel! This is an outrage! Seriously, who has blue carpet? And I'm pretty sure the bedspread is synthetic. Ick!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Motel6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/acemerson/Motel6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gooniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248221319517460978noreply@blogger.com