Facebook

This entry is all about Facebook. In my opinion Facebook is for people who don't actually bother to go out and see their friends.  I understand the good sides of Facebook.  It helps faraway family and friends get in touch.  I don't understand how some people can live on Facebook, telling their every movement and activity.  Why would you want everyone to know that you drank three cups of coffee this morning?   My definition of social is going out and seeing real people and having fun with them.  I don't need 672 friends to be social.  What you put on Facebook can never be erased and future friends and coworkers can see it.  I know that's true for blogs too.  But, I wouldn't be embarrassed to have someone see this. No offense to those who use Facebook.  My Mom says I might want to use it someday.

About a week ago my family and I visited Animal Kingdom in Florida.  As we were pushing our way through the crowd, my Dad decided to speed ahead to catch us a place in line to see The Lion King.  We lost sight of him and then across the way we saw him standing.  As we tried to push our way there, I felt something hard scratch my leg.  I turned and saw a lady sitting in a motorized wheelchair.  As she said sorry, my Mom, my sister and me quickly walked ahead while my Dad started yelling at the lady and her husband.  What made my Dad even more upset was that one, she had run into him twice and two, the husband was putting his hands in my Dad's face.  My Mom thought we were going to get kicked out of the park.  Has anything like this ever happened to you?

My sister and me at Animal Kingdom

Retirement Community Pool

Have you ever been to the pool at a retirement community?  I spent a few days at my great uncle's retirement community.  The pool there is beautiful.  But, something strange goes on there.  In the shallow area, all the ladies form a circle as they dangle like wet noodles from their noodles.  They stay in that formation gossiping for hours.  I swam by them one time and they said, "Can you please swim more gently and not splash us?"  You can't swim gently, unless you want to drown.  While everyone is swimming, the management  plays music.  I suspect that under the water, the ladies' feet are moving to the music.  I call the hot tub the crock pot because even on hot days the inhabitants go and sit in it.  I can imagine them just cooking.    If you want to share your own experience, you can type a comment.

Pneumonia on the Beach

I went to the beach for a vacation.  But, I didn't spend my time laying on the sand.  I instead spent time getting to know the emergency room at Dosher Memorial Hospital in Southport, NC.  The people working there were actually very kind and interesting so I wasn't 100 percent bored.  I bet I'm the only person you know who gets pneumonia on vacation.

The Hospital

best and worst

Sometimes being a sister is fun.  Here are the top five best things.
     1]  Having a playmate 24/7.
     2] Having someone to read to.
     3] Having someone's homework to supervise.
     4] Having someone younger to laugh at.
     5] Having someone to make snacks for.

And sometimes its hard. Here are the top five worst things.

     1] Having a playmate 24/7.
     2]Having to try to read to a wiggly worm.
     3] Having someone that whines when you correct them.
     4] Having someone that laughs at me hystaricaly.
     5] Having someone that wastes my snacks.

Miss Laura

Master Jason, me and Miss Laura

Some teachers are fair some are not. Miss Laura is completely fair.She treats every one equally. Miss Laura is one of my instructors at Taekwondo.   I don't know why she  likes me so much.  She's slightly strict but she's nice at the same time.  Miss Laura has short, salt and pepper hair.  She's almost always smiling.  She says she's a grandma but it's hard to believe.  She eagerly took part of her break time once to give me a private lesson.  She also helped me by giving me some tips to break my board at Taekwondo graduation.  Every time she sees me, she goes out of her way to come say hi.  At graduation she stood there and demonstrated how to do the kick and did the movements with me.  I felt a little less nervous with her there.  I just wish she could teach my level.  I have just three more belts to earn until I'm in a level that she teaches.

who are the rules for?

My school's dress code says that you can't wear opentoed or openbacked shoes [technically flipflops] well some kids simply can't follow this rule. There are some kids that seem to sort of  stand above the teachers. I don't know why teachers are reluctant to disiplen some students.[I wonder if the parents bribe the teacher to make their child teacher's pet.] The kind of kids that think they're so cool and while their being snobbs people are whispering about them behind their backs. For an example someone will come in wearing flipflops and the teacher will tell them not to wear them. And, the next day they'll wear them again and the teacher will leave it alone.  It's not reinforced.  If I wore sandals I would get in trouble. Hmmmm.