That’s right my detective license was revoked.  Hayneyz had an entry about an online detective game that she played and since I’m niele, I went to check out the site.  After registering and selecting a cool detective name I was on my first case.  Although the evidence pointed to one suspect, I thought that was just too easy so I decided it was the family member.  That’s usually who it is in CSI.  Anyway, after wrongly accusing three people out of the four cases that I worked on, they revoked my license. Bastards!

Now that I’ve familiarized myself with the rules and watched the beginner’s tutorial I think I can hold on to my new detective for a little while longer.  I hope.  Because I’m running out of cool detective names.  And errr, I feel remorseful and want to eat comfort food everytime I wrongly accuse someone.

Remember back in the day when I used to have those cute little mood icons in the sidebar? Well anyway it hasn’t been working because the site that hosted it closed down. I have looked for something similar to use but my search led me nowhere.

Remember that psychotic psychic thing that I get from time to time? Well it happened again and it wasn’t until just now that I realized it had occurred.

I don’t know why I felt the need to find the unky mood icons but it was the first thing I did when I logged onto the computer. I googled it and found a website where someone had uploaded all the different gifs onto their site. Then I googled again and there was a hit for Punky Moods which is supposed to be the same as UnkyMood. The site had apparently just opened up and they are still offering their services for free, however; you may make a donation if you wish to do so.

After my “vision” led me to their new site I realized that I can’t even use the services because the creator my blog template doesn’t allow me to edit the files. pffft. That won’t stop me for too long. I’m tired right now and need to get to bed. I’ll figure something out tomorrow afternoon, when I wake up. ~yawns~ Night night.

I was browsing through some profiles at MySpace and happened to find someone I first met the day her mother brought her home from the hospital.  My mom and her grandmother were very good friends so her grandmother was watching me that day for my mom. I was 8 years old at the time.  I haven’t seen this “baby” in ages because I grew up and moved away etc.etc.  There are a gazillion excuses for why I haven’t kept in touch with their family but that wouldn’t turn back the clock, would it?

Anyway, I happened to stumble upon her profile and it doesn’t seem like such a long time ago but then I saw her age and it floored me.  She’s now 37 years old.  That means ….. I’m an old fut already.

There was a point I was trying to make and that is:  Why is it that when we’re in our teens, we wouldn’t dream of hanging out, talking, acknowledging someone who is 8 years younger.  Like in this instance, I was probably 16 when she was 8.  It didn’t even occur to me that someday 8 years wouldn’t be that big a gap in ages.  My closest cousin in 9 years younger than me but at times she the more mature one and more often than not, she’s the one I can count on for just about anything that I can’t get hubby to do.  Back in the day though, I considered her a spoiled brat and would have nothing to do with her.  That all changed when she was senior in high school and I wanted her to cut out so she could chaperone my hanai sister on her field trip.

OOooh, that’s one funny story.  I sorta kinda lied to get her to agree to go. I am laughing already just thinking about it.  Anyway, after volunteering to go with my hanai sister, I changed my mind so I asked if my cousin Joey would go in my place.  She said she’d think about it so …. I had to think quickly.  I told her that she would enjoy it because my sister had a young male hapa-haole teacher.  It didn’t take her too long to decide to sit in for me.  When the day of the field trip arrived, I dropped her off with my boys and my sister.  I waited in the parking lot for a few minutes so I could see the look on her face when she realized I had lied.  It was true that my sister had a male teacher, but he was about 65 years old.  It didn’t take long before my cousin looked over the upstairs balony and flashed me the bird.  I was just cracking up in the car.  I knew I was gonna be in deep kaka when I picked them up after school.

And sure enough, she wanted to kick my ass but we were too weak from cracking up.  She hasn’t learned from that little episode.  A few years later I talked her into being a brownie scout leader with me and she doesn’t even have kids — til this day.  She claims I am her birth control.

Ok, so back to my point.  The 9 years age difference isn’t so much once you become adults.  Strange how that just happens, right?

I showed the picture of my peaches to my friend Kim. Her neighbor went to Wenachee and brought back several cases of peaches and she bought a case for $12.00. What a deal! Anyways, I gave her the library book that I used to can my peaches and she’s decided she just wants to can sliced peaches. I told her I’d help her with the slicing so she’s bringing her peaches over in a few hours.

She said she like the book because it’s very informative and she’s choosing it as her book of the month for our book club. ~L~ Speaking of book club, I need to let them know where we’ll be getting drunk on mudslides discussing this month’s book.

Ok, it’s this type of temperature changes that makes me get sick. Seriously. One (or 5) day(s) it’s so friggen hot that I’m this close to offing a few bodies and the next day I’m looking for my hoodie because it’s in the 50’s. I don’t get it, why can’t it be like 70’s all the time? That would be so perfect. I’d probably love to cook (ok, I lie — nothing will make me love cooking), I’d whistle and sing happy tunes (like Cinderella and her mice friends) while I do domestic *gag gag* stuff and I might even enjoy resusitating my dying flowers that I’ve neglected to water because I was too afraid to go outside in the heat.

And speaking of going outside. I logged on to the Ohana Lanai forum lastnight to see when the Northwesterners were going to gather again and as luck would have it, it was held this past weekend. My timing sucks. I really wanted to try out my Magellan GPS thingy and drive down to wherever it was held. Oh and of course to meet the other islanders who live in WA & OR. Dang it, maybe next year for sure. Until then, I’ll just have to settle for Moki’s photo gallery.