Amy - Bitching And Raving - Not gonna talk about the ex today...instead something educational is on my mind. Ok, since I've started this site, I've begun to notice something important. A degree may be needed in the traditional corporate world, but certainly not to be successful in business period. I mean, sure college is great. But not attending does not make someone more of an idiot than someone else. Trust me, there are plenty of other signs that people are idiots. No college degree isn't one of them ;). Anyway, I'm totally looking forward to this next semester. If you plan on keeping up on how I'm doing, check my contri's after every week to see my bitching and raving ;).
Yes, more Merci in Hawaii! Hehehe We can’t help it if we like to share our vacation pictures:0) We drove up to the North Shore on Oahu looking for interesting places to take pictures. About a mile or so before Sunset Playa there is this burned out looking 2 story building that I guess is owned by a retirement home place. We thought that would be a cool place to take pictures but there was a No Trespassing sign and we were a bit worried about being busted…. BUT right across the street there was ANOTHER building that was overgrown and abandoned! It only sat about 20’ back from the road and right behind a bus stop! It looks much better in the pictures than in person:0) Nothing too terribly erotic about the old bottles and cans tossed on the ground, but hey, the grass covers it up in the pics:0). We were there for about 20 minutes and I kept hiding behind the wall and putting my sarong on when cars would go past! I am SUCH an EIP wimp! Hehehe I doubt this is the last of the vacation pics so don’t put the caffeine away yet:0) Hmmmmm Cam has been talking about doing a contri one day using a “Blue Crush” theme…. Playa, surfboards, bikini clad girls…. Now all we need are some other volunteers:0) Well then there is the mermaid theme…. :0) and and and…. This place is just too fun:0) ~Aloha~ Merci & Cam Equipment: Nikon D1, Sunshine, Burned out old building