Saturday, December 12, 2009

Tired and Rain

Finally we are having some significant rainfall. Today is actually pouring and it was so nice to listen to. I know too soon it will be over and I will once again long for the day when constant sunshine and dry heat are not the norm, so let it rain a little while.

I am tired of things. Sometimes it seems like when ever I am asked how I am the only response I have is "tired". Not physically. But emotionally and mentally. Is there a place to go where you can escape this type of tired? Hell if I know. I just want to breathe and relax. Doesn't seem like a lot to ask for but when it comes right down to it very few people are willing to just give that to you unconditionally. That's a key.

On another note, and one which is NOT very good, I have come upon a revelation of sorts regarding the VNV and Legacy Vets. Let me preface this by saying the DH told me yesterday that one of the patch holders' claim to military service is that he joined the Army, went to basic, got stationed with a jump unit and while at jump school fell off the tower and was discharged. So pretty much his military career is the extent of how much time I've spent in the field my first year of service. So this "vet" gets patched and gets to be treated like he's somehow better than me and gets to act like he's somehow better than me. I have a whole new attitude towards these so-called vets. Why should I support them when they don't support me? I did 20 years serving this country - more than 90% of the patch holders in the club. OK, I wasn't in VietNam, nor did I serve in Iraq or Afghanistan. But guess what - some of them didn't either. It's hurtful to be honest. Once again as a female and a Marine I find it impossible to feel like I belong anywhere or with anyone.

I have been thinking about the idea for a novel again. I keep thinking if I just took the time to write the thoughts down I might really have something. I create dialogues in my head while driving to and from work daily. It's perfected itself actually. My dreams are beginning to add to the storyline - whether consciously or unconsciously. Maybe a book is my destiny for freedom of a hurting soul? Maybe the way to release my heart is to share it with those who can be empathetic with me?

I miss other bloggers... Twitter is fun and a quick fix, but to me blogging is still King. Where or where are my followers? Let me know if you are out there!

SONG OF THE BLOG: "Already Gone" by Sugarland.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

I promised myself no matter what today I would blog. I'm trying very hard to not cut myself off and thereby making this blog a brief summary rather than an actual paragraph (or two). Giving oneself time to be creative can be as difficult as any task. I've learned that the hard way recently.

So much going on....

1. Work is steady, which is awesome, but we are still not locked into a new contract for 2010. I love my job - still.

2. The DH loves his new bike. Oh yeah, you don't know... I got tired of him borrowing mine so I bought him his own last week. Nice 2009 Dyna Super Glide. Sweet bike.

3. Thanksgiving is fast approaching and I couldn't be happier. Not because it's a time for family togetherness. Oh no! For us it's a time of mini solo vacation! That's right. The DH is taking off for Phoenix on a 4x4 trip with the daughter in tow. The leave Wednesday afternoon and return on Monday. I can't believe I'll have 5 whole days to myself. I'm practically giddy with anticipation. I'm buying a bottle of scotch. Just sayin...

4. The youngest son is now bound for Afghanistan. Although I am trying very hard to be a Marine, the Mom in me is pushing it's way to the surface. I hope we hear from him soon.

5. I need to start getting ready for my trip to Ohio Dec 2-7. As you might recall I am scheduled to do a craft show at my cousin's work. I have completed purses and scarves for the inventory. Now I need to take inventory, pictures and put together a photo book of sorts for the booth, along with packing up the inventory and shipping it to Ohio prior to the show.

6. The MC is starting to be a painful entity for me. It's a boy club and although I am a Veteran I am still not a guy - so they treat me differently and really don't quite know what to do with me. I don't really fit in with their wives, but I try. I do ok at it, but my heart is just not there. It hurts but I just have to accept it and move on. Dwelling on it won't change anything.

I think that's about it... Summarized and yet no disgustingly short. I am tired these days - more so than I should be. It's a lack of will and a bit of depression I think. I need to find some pleasure somewhere, in something, somehow. What a daunting task!

SONG OF THE BLOG: "Tennessee Line" by DAUGHTRY w/Vince Gill

Monday, November 2, 2009

November

This time of year always makes me somewhat melancholy and I'm not exactly sure why. Could be the sentimental aspects of the seasons approaching. Thanksgiving and Christmas are meant to be a time for family; forgiveness; thankfulness... A time for reflection of the past year and the outlook for growth and change in the coming year. I have much to be thankful for and much to look forward to. I suppose I have the best of both worlds as most Librans do.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Addictions and a job change

I don't think the two are related in my case, but you never can tell these days. First the most interesting of the two: addiction. I think that word brings to mind fear in the minds and hearts of most everyone because everyone assumes it's drugs or alcohol. Not in my case. My addiction(s) are a little to the right. They are (in no particular order):

> Facebook
> My phone
> Crocheting
> Starbucks
> Music

I don't consider any of these something that stops my functioning as a human. My list includes technology which has changed the way we interact with people. I believe that people today make a choice either to embrace the technology ... or not. I don't know how or if I can even leave it behind at this point. It has become part of me and I only see it evolving - not dissolving.

The other topic - job change - is certainly less interesting, but important nonetheless. I am currently under a contract with a company hired by the government. This particular contract ends Dec 14th, 2009. A follow-on contract is supposed to kick in terminating Sept 30th, 2010, but we have not been told if that is going to happen. So I have been putting my feelers out for a new job. This is my list (in so particular order):

> Same job, but with a contract through Sept 30th, 2010. The job is in 29 Palms. I would live up there during the week and come home whenever I can.
> Three spots above me is opening up. I'm applying.

Will keep you posted on what happens.

SONG OF THE BLOG: "Learned My Lesson" by Daughtry.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Sunday already

Sounding like a broken record by complaining how the weekend flew by too fast. Apologies up front for that attitude.

Picked up the youngest son from the airport on Saturday morning. He will be home on leave until Nov 1st. Then shortly afterwards he will be heading from GA to Afghanistan. I try to think about that part as a Marine and not as a Mom.

I have been toiling with the idea of finding my own MC. Not an easy thing to do and get what I'm looking for. I need to hash this out more in my head and decide.

Heading to Ohio Dec 2-7. Mostly for the craft fair, but also to spend time with family and friends. Need to also decide if I want to live there or not.

Geez, suddenly this whole thing just became too boring to continue. I've got nothing to write about!

Blah!!!

Thursday, October 8, 2009

You wanna wear what????

Ask any Marine when the Marine Corps Birthday is and they can easily tell you - November 10. It's a world wide celebration for all Marines. Active duty, Reserve, Retired - it doesn't matter. On that day Marines greet one another with a resounding "Happy Birthday". Commands all over the world hold a Birthday Ball. Tradition abounds. This is a time when all Marines come together to celebrate our beloved Corps. The attire for this event is formal. This means if you are a Marine, you will wear your most senior uniform. That could be your Alpha's, but most of the time this is where Marines proudly put on their Dress Blues - the ones we Marines are so famous for. There is nothing sharper than a Marine in his Blues. So why is it that female Marines all over the world always ask the same damn question when it comes time to celebrate the Ball?

"Can we wear an evening gown instead of our uniform?"

"Excuse me? What did you just say?"

Every time I hear this question I cringe. Why on Earth would you NOT want to wear your Dress Blues? You earned the right to wear them. You went through 13 weeks of Boot Camp just so you can claim the title of a US Marine and you would rather wear a stinking evening gown to the most important event in Marine Corps history???

I've heard all the excuses:

1) I DON'T FEEL LIKE A WOMAN IN MY UNIFORM. That sounds like a personal problem. Wearing an evening gown isn't going to "fix" that.

2) I WEAR A UNIFORM EVERY DAY. And let me get this straight...you aren't proud to do so? How many times in the past 12 months have you worn your Dress Blues?

3) I'M A WOMAN AND WANT TO DRESS LIKE ONE AND LET MY HAIR DOWN. This isn't Homecoming or Winter Formal or Prom. You are a Marine first. This isn't about you. It's much bigger than that - it's about respecting the Marine Corps - past and present.

It's a touchy subject with me and one most female Marines don't care to have with me. If they don't want to wear my uniform then they are telling me that being a Marine means nothing to them and that the Marine Corps Birthday is just another holiday. I have zero tolerance for this line of thinking. You are either a Marine or you're not. Make up your mind and then you let me know.





Sunday, October 4, 2009

Life is funny

Sometimes I believe in miracles. Most of the time I believe things happen for a reason and there are no such things as coincidences. I have been going through so much lately it's hard to get through the chaos without throwing up my hands and surrendering. But I keep plugging along. Mostly because the sun comes up every day and people depend on me. I'm not sure that's the real reason. It's probably just my survival instincts kicking in and the fact that I just have always lived with a great deal of hope and positivity in my life.

I was just doing something the other day out of desperation and a feeling of overwhelming pain and loss. Low and behold the very next day something happens that makes me think God does answer prayers. Makes me believe I am not crazy. Makes me wonder if something isn't changing in my life. Makes me think about a lot.

I have been down all weekend with a cold. It ruined my plans to ride my Harley and my horse, but with the work week ahead I couldn't afford to be sick and have to take time off, so I gave in and stayed in bed, rested when I felt like it and took my meds. Tonight I am feeling much better. The sneezing has all but stopped. No more headache and thankfully, no more coughing. That was the worst - the coughing. Ugh.

The youngest will be home in 13 days. I'm very excited to see him. My little Soldier! He would be embarrassed to hear me say that. I am still his Mom after all.

OK, that's it for this time. Still no comments from the regulars. Still no one else is blogging. Still I continue to blog.

SONG OF THE BLOG: None. I haven't heard a song all weekend long.

Monday, September 28, 2009

And another day passes by...

I can't quite believe how quickly life is passing by. Here it is my 46th birthday already. Where did the last year go? Soon it will be Halloween, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas, then 2010. I can't seem to catch up.

I had a great birthday. As is the norm in our household I got the birthday weekend. I was catered to, got to choose meals and was treated very special. It was amazing! The daughter got me a pedi. The DH was a sweetie and today I got a massage. Yay for me!

Wishing others would blog. I'm not giving up hope they will return. Added another blog to my reading. :)

SONG OF THE BLOG: "Red Light" by David Nail. I think I have used this one before but no one is around to call me on it.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Uncovering a poser

I apologize for my delay in posting. I have been busy since we got back from Havasu working on finishing up a Cincy Bearcats bag I thought was going to be shipped this Friday. Today I found out that the October Craft Fair has been cancelled, so I actually have some breathing room now to build up my inventory a little more for the December Craft Fair which is a sure thing.

Unfortunately while we were in Havasu we did have one bad experience... In a nutshell we met a guy who is a poser. Now first off I gotta say it's pretty damn ballsy to even pretend to be a Marine and talk crap in the presence of two Retired Marines. That didn't stop this wanna be. We met him through a mutual friend. He invited us into his house where he has a corner of his den as a showplace for some photos, a uniform, and promotion warrants. The more he talked the more things weren't adding up. The Dh and I looked at each other every now and then. He was thinking exactly what I was - no way. So when we got back home we both started doing some research on our own and found some pretty amazing stuff on this guy. He has a reputation for being a poser - as a football coach, author, football player, and who knows what else. The Marine part bothers us though. Claiming to have personal awards is a serious charge in any military person's mind. We are gathering facts and then will see what happens. More to follow...

Work has been very busy with RAM upgrades and such. Makes for a fun day and for the first time I really felt like I knew what I was doing today. That was a good feeling. It's pretty amazing how quickly the GySgt comes back when talking to Marines.

Monday is my birthday. I will be 46. Not making a huge deal out of it. Just dinner with the Dh and daughter. That's enough for me!

SONG OF THE BLOG: "No Boundaries" by Kris Allen

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

out of pocket

I will be in Havasu from tomorrow afternoon until Sunday afternoon. Sunday evening we have a going away party for a friend's nephew returning to England. Not that anyone will notice I'm not posting... Seems I'm quite alone out here in blogspace. That's probably a good thing since I'm not in a very good mood and going through a sorting out period. That lends itself to wordy and confusing blog entrys, not to mention a plethora of blogs that are "on again" "off again". All part of being a Libra. Trying to balance. Trying to harmonize. Trying to be fair and just and ... stable. Why am I always stable?

Have thought again about trying to get some overseas pen friends. Why? To fill a space. Like I already don't have quite enough to do. Between work, horses, the bike, crocheting, being a wife - yeah, squeeze in handwriting letters to people in foreign countries. Am I sounding pathetic enough for you already? Told ya it probably wouldn't be pretty. Best you aren't reading.

content = satisfied with what one is or has; not wanting more or anything else.

SONG OF THE BLOG: "Red Light" by David Nail

Monday, September 14, 2009

Writing is therapy

That's what I keep telling myself. Does anyone out there literally "write" their blog as they go through their day? I often find myself putting sentences together for a later blog entry. I even think about what the post should be called. I find myself most creative around 1100 and then again around 1430. At first I thought it was sort of crazy that I do this, but then I realized that perhaps this writing in my head was therapy for myself. Now I don't feel so bad when I find myself doing it.

Had a good email exchange today with The Birdman. Sometimes its great to get a guy's perspective on things and he's always my best source. He cuts through the cliches and BS and just says what he needs to say. Not a lot of people I know have this talent. I appreciate his advice probably more than he realizes.

Thursday after work the DH and I are jumping in the truck and hitting the road to Havasu for the weekend. Never and K will be there along with B & K. Should be a fun weekend of just relaxing in the pool with the other two girls and going out to the bars at night. I just don't want to karoake. LOL

On a sad note, Patrick Swayze died today. He was only 57. I know he fought hard against cancer. It's very heartbreaking he lost the battle.

SONG OF THE BLOG: "(I've Had) The Time of My Life" by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes in honor of "Dirty Dancing".

Friday, September 11, 2009

Must be getting old

I'm sitting here tonight with a headache. It's almost midnight and I am waiting for the Tylenol to kick in before I attempt to crash. Went to The Yardhouse with coworkers tonight. I knew ahead of time I would be the DD, so after my regular two Guinness, I settled in. Except I never really "settled". Watching my coworkers around me was so boring. For some reason I couldn't get into a single conversation. Maybe it was because I wasn't buzzed or drunk and they all were? Perhaps. But it also just didn't feel like ME. Nothing much does these days. I feel like I am sitting somewhere between two plains - not quite wholly in either one, a foot in both. Makes a Libra very uncomfortable. I hope this ends soon. Don't think I can rush it along. Don't think I can just go numb until it passes either. I just gotta suck it up and ride it out. I should have realized the ride was nowhere near finished. Not sure what made me think I could get off that easy. No part of my life that has turned out well has ever been easy. Approaching 46 - yes, forty six - seems paramount. I suppose for me it is. I was chatting with a kid tonight that's half my age. HALF. When I was drinking a beer (probably a Guinness) at age 23 he was just an infant. Ouch. Talk about feeling old.

So there I was sitting in my seat at the table, next to the birthday girl, using my straw to play in my watered down Coke. Yeah, that was my fun. OK, maybe I was being a party pooper. Maybe I was already in a foul mood when I got there. But it doesn't take much to keep me entertained when you put a Guinness in my hand and engage me in some 1) interesting conversation, 2) innocent flirting, and 3) not so innocent flirting. LOL Just kidding. Anyway, I just wasn't feeling it tonight. Either I didn't want to be social or I was with the wrong crowd or both. Who knows?

The headache started and escalated within 15 minutes. The pain behind my eyes was so intense I was squinting. The dim lights weren't helping either. The BBQ chicken salad was bland. My Coke was watery. I had to roll out of there.

Tomorrow's plans are unclear at this time. The DH is working in the AM. I might go for a walk or hit the gym and then come home to crochet some. Never and the Guys are up in Lemore for the weekend on a run. Club business so no women allowed.

Totally forgot to mention the season opener of SOA. It was pretty intense. Wait, did I already mention this? Damn, I can't remember.

SONG OF THE BLOG: "Toes" by The Zac Brown Band

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Technology Fallout

Yesterday at work the Marines were instructed to take a server offline from the training classroom building which is about 50 yards from our large, two story building. The Marines cut the fiber connection and as a result we lost connectivity. Apparently the training classroom was our link to the fiber in the street. This morning we came in and found we are still unable to login so work has stopped for the most part. Civilian techs are on site attempting to get us back up but the outlook for it to happen today looks bleak.

We often say is a joking manner how we would love for our system to go down but then when it does we are bored out of our minds. We started a small football pool in our boredom. The Marines used this opportunity to break out the tactical firewalls. And it's loud. Because everyone is talking to each other instead of with their heads bured in a monitor. It's funny to see the transformation. The phone lines are still operational and haven't had a break since 0730 this morning. I wonder it will be like tomorrow...?

I'm almost finished with the my first Bengals bag. I love the way the colors came together. I hope it's a popular item at the craft fair. Looking at the calendar I have to guess I will be able to maybe finish only two more bags before I will need to ship to Ohio for the Oct fair. I'm guessing Saturday the 26th is ship day...

With that in mind I need to focus on the Dec fair and kicking out as much as I can. Ship date for that is Nov 28th. With luck I hope to have more bags with Bengals and UC Bearcats for the inventory as well as some scarves. Time is against me because of work but I'm trying to be realistic in my estimates.

Facebook has become a real entertainment factor for me, not to mention a tool to reconnect. An old GF of the DH's from 1983 got in touch with him. Same girl is also a friend of mine - unbeknownst to either of us. LOL

SONG OF THE BLOG: "Learn My Lesson" by Daughtry

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

September 8th and SOA is back

Season 2 of "Sons of Anarchy" starts tonight at 10pm PST. I can't wait to see what happens this season. I loved the show last year. The previews look exciting, shocking and hot. =)

Today was a really relaxing, kickback kind of day. The DH and I took the truck in for an oil change, then went to breakfast at Annie's. Then we went to the grocery, although neither of us really felt like shopping and didn't want to just load up the cart with food, so we grabbed some essentials (no, not beer) and made burgers and tots for dinner. We'll figure out the rest of the week later.

Tomorrow night is Ladies Night at Quaid in Temecula, so I'll be hitting that. They always have good chow and lots of prizes. Not really into the whole "ladies" thing but it's an excuse to talk bike and maybe learn something new.

Tomorrow our new coworker starts. G and I are curious about her. We are all going to lunch together with T. I hope she fits in. I'll let you know.

Talking about asking for the Havasu house the weekend before Christmas. It would be me and the DH, our oldest, his gf and our grandson. J and her beau. Could be fun. We just want a no stress, relaxing Christmas. Thinking this might be a good way to get it.

The Soldier will be home Oct 17th. Anxious to see him and spend some time with him before he ships to Afghanistan. Hopefully he will have internet and can keep in touch with us. We are already planning on boxes to send him with 'stuff'.

Today I went on a great ride. Did the De Luz road ride. It was fun and I noticed some of the turns that gave me trouble last time were a lot easier this time. Guess I'm getting a little better.

SONG OF THE BLOG: "Poker Face" by Daughtry

Monday, September 7, 2009

The taste is bitter sweet

This was an interesting day. I seem to be saying that a lot lately - "interesting day". I suppose in many ways it's like crying wolf. I mean honestly, just how many days can be that damn interesting?

Where do I start? How about with this: In 1983 my husband was dating a girl that he had every intention of marrying. However, he ended the relationship in order to try and make things work with his then ex wife for the sake of his son. In 1984 I arrive at Camp Pendleton and try out for the Marine Corps Mounted Color Guard. Fast forward to 1990. The DH and I meet in Okinawa, Japan. OK, so where does the interesting part of this story come in? Yesterday the old gf of my husband contacts him on Facebook. As it turns out, this gf is the same friend of mine that along with her husband was in charge of the Mounted Color Guard. Go figure. What are the odds? Talk about the six degrees of seperation.

I don't think many of you know too much about my first marriage, but it ended badly and I literally lost a huge portion of my life. Photos and other possessions I had were either thrown out or destroyed by me ex - to include all of the Color Guard photos. I have looked for years online and through the military photo labs for pictures of me on the Guard but to no avail. Thankfully, this same person (who is still married to the same man) has a bunch of old photos and she has graciously sent me a few. It's like a piece of me has been restored. I'd like to share some of those pics with you now...








I hope you all get a kick of these. I'm sure you'll be seeing more.

The second part of my interesting day revolves around the motorcycle club world and my part in it. I think my interest in bikes started as many things in my life do - I was attracted to being part of something. A motorcycle club was my goal. Although I often feel like as a retired Marine I have broken through many of the sex barriers, I find that the motorcycle club that I want so badly to be part of is off limits to me simply because I am a female. This is a hard pill for me to swallow even though as I say that I have respect for the men that make up the club and understand why it is this way. I have been fortunate enough that the Vietnam Vets and Legacy Vets of O Chapter have allowed me to "hang" around and ride with them, but I am never going to be a member or patched. The closest I will get is being what I am now - just a hang around or if my DH becomes patched. The DH is just now beginning to find out what I have known for a long time now - how special and unique this new world is and how it's more than just about riding bikes. It's about being a part of something that matters. It's about a Brotherhood. Sitting back and watching is not easy for me, but it's the only way I can be close and I have to respect that. I suppose I will live the club life vicariously through my DH.

SONG OF THE BLOG: "Born to Be Wild" by Steppenwolf. What else? LOL

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Nuthin for a Sunday

Up early this morning. Although I didn't go physically to bed until after 2300 and didn't fall asleep until much later I woke up at 5am. I wasn't able to sleep anymore. The hubby was awake, too so after chatting for a bit we went to the grocery for some fresh donuts. He is having his cup of tea and I am having coffee. We will probably require a nap later on, but who cares? Isn't that what weekends were made for?

Speaking of which, the weekend is going by too quickly! Why does this always happen? I have so much to do and there is never enough time to do it in! The DH and I decided we wouldn't have anything "planned" for the weekend but just sort of shoot from the hip. I think this is more relaxing in a lot of ways and as the weekend approached we actually had things pop onto our calendar, so it's all chill.

Might go for a Harley run today and then wind up at the Beer Garden. Not sure if the guys will be there, but the band will and cold beer. That's really all that matters. We also talked about going for a horseback ride with the owners of the barn we are at. They wanted to take us out on the trails around their place. Yesterday Cheyenne was a real handful and it wasn't a very enjoyable ride for the DH. Haven't really made up our minds yet about this afternoon.

I am so close to finishing yet another bag. This one is bright pink and grey. I am not certain what fabric will go inside. I need to go into my stash and dig a little for this one. No name pops out at me right now. After this one is done I will be starting on a Bengals bag. I got one shipment in of the Bengals fabric. It's really nice and I should be able to get at least four bags out of the amount I got. I doubt I will get more than 2 made for the Oct show. Although I have streamlined the process by knowing the exact number of stitches it takes and every time I do one it seems to be quicker and quicker. The only thing is though that once it becomes less of a fun thing and more of a chore - the less I will want to make them. It's all about creativity. Cranking them out isn't the fun part. I need to post some pics of the latest bags. I'll try and do that this weekend.

Well I hope everyone is enjoying their holiday weekend. I hope you guys come back with some posts to share!

SONG OF THE DAY: "Sea Breeze" by Tyrone Wells

Friday, September 4, 2009

Friday and a long weekend

Wow, finally made it to Friday. I now have four days off. Well, technically I am working from home on Tuesday, but still it means I don't have to go in to work. I hope everyone is already enjoying their Labor Day weekend and is doing exactly what they want to be doing because this is America and freedom is what we are all about. Word.

OK, so I managed to finish the Martini bag. Very cute if I must say so myself. I am already about 30% into the next bag... Of which I have not yet come up with a name. But I will! Have no fear.

Hmmm, not really much to blog about other than I'm happy it's the weekend and I don't have any plans set in stone other than tomorrow night our old neighbor is throwing a steak on the grill and I am making deviled eggs (sorry Mama - I know you dislike them!). But nothing screams Labor Day (or any holiday for that matter) like deviled eggs. Yum-yum.

So we need to get you guys back at the blogging....How can we make this happen? I'm all alone out in blogspot world and although I don't have a problem writing just for my own benefit/therapy/pleasure it would be nice to have some sort of feedback.

SONG OF THE BLOG: "One (is the lonliest number)" by Three Dog Night

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Ready for the weekend

How many times did I hear that today? Wow, too many to count! The Marines get a
"96" over Labor Day. That means a full 96 hours off. Tomorrow the Marines in my work section are competing in a unit softball tourney. So really tomorrow is just a screw off day, then they go out on libo until Wednesday. I loved being a Marine over the holidays. It was awesome to have time off to spend with friends and family. Now that I'm back working with the Marines we follow their lead - if they are off, so are we. Not always with pay mind you, but it's still nice to have the time off.

The weather here has been almost unbearable. We are used to a dry heat, but throw in a bit of humidity and we don't know what to do with ourselves. I thought it was moisture from Jimena - the hurricane in Baja - but I guess it's not.. Oh well, it would be nice to get some showers, but that's highly unlikely. The only thing this type of weather does produce is dry lightening which is NOT what we need in SoCal because of the threat of wildfires.

I am about 30 minutes away from completing the Martini bag. It's quite cute and I'm excited to put a price tag on it and move on to my next creation. Not quite sure yet what color yarn I will pick up, but I am leaning towards something bright and white. Talked about flying home in December to visit family and be part of the second craft fair with the hubby. He's all for it and might join me, but we decided not to purchase tickets until after the October craft sale. Just to see how things go...

I did a lot today. A lot of work. A lot of thinking. I wasn't thinking about work either. It's funny how your mind can play with you. One minute you are fine and the next you are close to tears. I just push it back down - not ready to let go just yet. Found out the week of Oct 5-9 I will be working as the Rover - which is what I was hired to do. The reps from Virginia will be out and we will be doing a physical walkthru and inventory of assets in the northern camps. Lots of walking and lots of new stuff. Should be fun. Get paid mileage too which is a nice plus.

This weekend I want to do an inventory of my current stash for the craft fair. Scarves, cloths and bags. I need to continue to get bags done. I figure it takes me approximately 24 hours to do one. Sadly I have to sleep or else I could probably get one done in 2.5 days rather than 5. The way I see it I can knock out another 4 bags before I have to ship.

Still waiting to hear from you guys... A couple have posted. I appreciate that, but where is everyone else?? Miss you guys!!

SONG OF THE BLOG: "Big Country" by Big Country

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Fall is in the Air ... Or at least it is at Starbucks!

It's arrived! Pumpkin Spice Lattes are back at Starbucks! I was quite please when I stopped in for my normal fix. I thought about not getting one for about half of a nano second. I can't resist. It was amazing, too. Yay for Fall!

Two more days at work and we are off for the Labor Day weekend. We have Monday and Tuesday off, which is super cool. I plan on riding both the horse and the bike - multiple times. I'm also going to try and inventory my current yarn products for the craft fair in Oct. The DH and I talked briefly about my flying home for the one in December. I need to find out the dates and start making some plans. I hope it's snowing while I'm there, although that might put a damper on sales... Hmmm, perhaps I need to rethink that. LOL

Rubbing my eyes and have drawn a blank, so ending this tonight short and sweet.

SONG OF THE BLOG: "Photograph" by Nickelback

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Glittery Matte

Today promised to be one of those days. You know the ones. You bounce out of bed ahead of your alarm clock, slip into your workout clothes, grab a bottle of water and a protein bar and hit the road. You pull into the gym parking lot and get the closest spot possible without being in the handicap space, breeze through the front door and find the best treadmill in the cardio section open and waiting for you. After an amazing calorie-burning session, you hop off the treadmill and gingerly wipe your forehead with a towel passing by a mirrored wall and thinking to yourself, "Wow! I look pretty good for someone that just ran her fastest 3 miles yet!" The water in the shower is hot for a change. Your shampoo and conditioner seem to make your hair feel like silk. The body wash you lavish yourself with takes you somewhere between a tropical rain forest and a flower garden. Your hair is having a "good day" under the blow dryer and round brush. Make up goes on flawlessly and at your desk your boss not only compliments you on the way you smell but also on the email you sent to him with the answers to all of his questions.

Yeah....Not so much. Let's see; my alarm didn't go off (stupid BB). I tripped over my workout clothes almost breaking my ankle. The only kind of bar left to grab in the pantry was a graham cracker smores flavor (your least favorite) and you promptly got about a mile down the road before you realize you forgot to even grab a water. By the time you get to the base gym every single parking spot is taken. You end up driving around the lot waiting for someone, anyone to leave. It doesn't happen, so you decide to drive to the smaller gym down the street. Once inside the place is crowded but you spot an open treadmill. As you start to get into your pace you begin to notice a certain ... smell. Garbage? Sewer leak? Someone farted? Glancing next to you, huffing and puffing like he's on death's door is a blob of a man. He is drenched in sweat. His grey sleeveless shirt is soaked. His headband (yes, I said headband) is not doing a very good job of keeping the sweat from pouring down his face. He's the source of the smell. Either he is a sewer worker that just got off work and accidently slipped into a pile of garbage and has terrible gas or this man has a serious ... er, problem. After about ten minutes you realize that's quite enough and decide to call it a "workout". The shower is ice cold. You forgot to bring in conditioner and the body wash you have smells less like a tropical garden or more like a cheap air freshner. Flat. That's how your hair looks and because you can't see well in the lights over the sinks your makeup makes you look pale.

And yeah, the compliment from your boss wasn't there either. He showed up minutes before a meeting and the only thing he managed to say was, "Thank God you made coffee."

Somehow from that point on the day just seemed to flatten out. Lunch was ho-hum. Music on the IPod was just so-so. Even the Marines were rather quiet and non entertaining. We can only hope tomorrow is a better day.

SONG OF THE BLOG: "Just Another Day" by Depeche Mode

Monday, August 31, 2009

A New Twist on an Old Friendship

Today was an maybe one of the most interesting days that I can remember in recent history. Although I cannot give you the full blown details, suffice it to say I am smiling and very curious about what tomorrow might hold for us. I am forever the optimistic. The glass is always half full for me, no matter what the circumstances.

The DH is considering something I think needs to be done. I am curious to know what he will decide. He always thinks these things through from start to finish, putting it all into perspective in every possible scenario. Something I have never been able to do. I admire this and yet I know with my personality it just wouldn't work for me, so I allow him to do it. LOL

I moved to a larger desk at work today. There is a new hire coming on aboard the week after Labor Day. She can have the small desk. My new desk is much larger, so I don't feel as if I am cramped and limited in my space. I am also in a corner; which is a nice touch.

I found and orderded Cincinnati Bengals and UC Bearcats fabric today to sew in as liners to bags for the craft fairs. The Martini bag is almost crocheted together. I should be able to cut the fabric tomorrow.

SONG OF THE BLOG: "Night Moves" by Bob Seger

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Here it is Sunday night and I'm nowhere near ready for the weekend to come to an end. It flew by, like they all do anymore. I know part of the problem is my naps. I get so tired during the day that I just crash for a couple of hours. It's a habit I wish I could break. Sort of like requiring 7-8 hours of sleep at night in order to function. I can't change that no matter how much I wish I could. So I need to cherish the weekend hours I am actually awake... Seems like a daunting task.

This evening I picked the daughter up from the airport. She went over for the weekend to see her new nephew. I knew it could be emotionally draining for her and it was. She went to see the gparents while she was there and of course, the discussion turned to the family. It's never an easy thing to have to live with - family disfunction in it's most evil and raw form. I am not happy to be in this one right now. If I could somehow opt out I think I would do so, but we all know that's not possible so here I am. For better or worse as they say. All I know is that it occupies way too much of my time and energy and I don't know how much of either I have left. Sadly we did get confirmation that the DH's brother is a liar and has gone back to Phoenix with a bucket full of BS. Nice to know all of the DH's efforts to help his bro got shoved right back down his throat. It's sickening in a way at how easily blood can turn on their own. We know now he can never be trusted and the DH says that bridge has been burned. The only good thing that came out of it all is that now his mother knows he is capable and does lie.

It was hot again today. The DH and I went to breakfast and afterwards went back to the old barn and got the rest of our belongings; black mats that weigh a ton, white water buckets and the black feed tubs. We got them home and although against all regs we hosed the black mats down anyway - and right on the driveway. They still sit there as I type. We hope they lose some of the horsey smell because our plans are to lie them inside the garage for safe keeping until we move to our own place. They are $50 a piece and we have four. No way are we giving them away.

I worked on a bag today that I am going to call "Martini". It's black with a pink and olive stripe pattern. For some reason it just reminds me of a Martini... Not sure yet about the liner. I have several fabrics to choose from in my stash. I hope to start that on Tuesday. Right now I have 3 bags total for the Oct craft fair in Ohio. There is a solo bag at the salon that I might pull back to ship. Haven't decided just yet. My cousin suggested using Bengals, UC Bearcats and Xavier colors because they are big sellers. I need to explore that option for scarves I do believe.

Thursday night is the final "Thirsty Thursday" at the ballpark. Brings an end to the summer season. Can't believe Labor Day is just around the corner. Not sure yet about how my work week will be effected. The Marines are off on a 96. Not really much to do when the Marines aren't around, so we'll see what happens.

Football season is right around the corner. I'm happy about this because I really do enjoy watching it now that I know more about it. Go Colts!

Lastly - WHERE THE HECK IS EVERYONE???????????????????????? WHY AREN'T YOU BLOGGING AND/OR COMMENTING??????????????????????????

SONG OF THE BLOG: "Dead Flowers" by Miranda Lambert. Sad song but man is it well written...

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Life 1; Red 0

I have been thinking way too much today. Actually, it started yesterday. Driving home from work I began to analyze and then over analyze myself into a mild panic attack. It's a vice of mine - over analyzing EVERYTHING. I know I can drive myself into a frenzy and yet I still do it. Through the years I have worked on trying to have more patience with others. I think I have managed that pretty well, so perhaps now at this stage in my life I need to stop allowing myself to over think every aspect of my life.

I'm curious to know how many of you ask for "life" to give you a sign when trying to make a decision. I am one of these people. I will literally talk to God for hours on end asking him to please leave me a sign (you know, a big huge note written on the bathroom mirror that only I can see, or maybe a special text message telling me what I should do). Never happens. I think I get a sign and I have simply misread my emotions and instead of being the right way I end up worse off than I was. I don't know.. I keep thinking I am almost 46 years old and that's closer to the end than it is to the beginning so I'm getting a tad bit worried I don't have the time left to find the right answers.

Someone told me the other day that as long as I was walking, talking and had people in my life that I love and that love me in return I am doing alright. They told me that is happiness and that I was asking for way too much. I'm processing this and it's not sitting too well with my 1) heart and 2) the Libra-needs-balance part of me. At what point does a person become fulfilled in life? Isn't that a personal journey? What is happiness to some isn't necessarily happiness to others.

I am happy creating things with my yarn. I find much satisfaction in the process of putting something together, seeing the end product and then especially when someone has it for their own. But I don't have nearly enough time to crochet as I would like. Just when I sit down and start in, it seems I have something I have to do and so I must leave my passion for less thrilling chores. Afterwards I'm often too tired to pick it up again or perhaps I have lost the moment.

Today I rode Dolly around the new barn property. I lounged her first in the arena thinking she would be quite excited and full of herself, but she surprised me and was not. She seemed rather calm and curious, so I threw a leg over her and we rode for a bit. She was amazingly easy going and the only thing that had her acting a bit cautious was a roll of wire fencing lying beneath a row of grapes. I tried coaxing her to them while still in the saddle but that wasn't working, so I hopped off and led her right to the wire. She seemed less interested when she was closer to it and decided to sample the grape leaves instead. The vines are about ready for harvest. They hang heavy with bunches of deep purple grapes. I thought about tasting one..but hesitated. Maybe tomorrow.

I have two craft fairs to prep for. One is Oct 3 & 4th. I do not know how much inventory I have already for that one, but I need to pull out my containers and find out. The second one is Dec 5 & 6th. If I work hard and steady I could have a fair amount of bags done for that one. By "fair" I mean maybe ten. And that's not a lot really when you think about a two day craft fair, but really what are my options? Hire out workers? LOL

I had stopped listening to Daughtry's new CD (and his old CD for that matter) because... Well, just because. Now I find myself singing the songs on my own and that's a tad disturbing, or enlightening depending on how you look at it. Part of me feels like that chapter has passed and the new one has started, but I still feel a tremendous pull towards that time. So for now I am going to let it pull me, or push me? Why does it have to be a step backward? Why can't it be a push forward?

SONG OF THE BLOG: "Tennesse Line" by Daughtry

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Time sure flies

I had no idea it had been so long since my last blog post. I'd say I was sorry but I'm not sure anyone is still reading. LOL So where to begin...?

Well, first off I have a new Storm BB and let me just say it was the best purchase of my phone life to date. I do miss my submarine GZone, but only because it was so dang cool looking. This BB has everything. If I could just get it to do the chores I don't like doing I would be in heaven. I can update Facebook and Twitter, as well as read my emails and text messages. It's amazing. <3 my Storm.

Next on the list is the big Daughtry concert on August 22nd. OK, I can't believe it's in less than two weeks. I have been shopping for new clothes for the trip. Found a really cute dress for the concert. It's at the very nice Pure club, so there is a dress code. We have two nights confirmed at the hotel and I plan on relaxing and making the most of it.

The Harley is still way up on my list of the best things ever. Riding it has brought me more friends and cooler relationships than I ever dreamed of. I rode with the O Chapter of the Vietnam Vets/Legacy Vets club on July 26th. They allowed me to literally ride in their pack, which is an honor in itself. They are such a neat group of men, each with a story.

Work is going great. I love it, which I know is not something many people can say. But I can and I say it often!

SONG OF THE BLOG: "No Surprise" by DAUGHTRY

Friday, June 26, 2009

Just playing catch up

I have spent a good deal of the evening catching up on emails, facebook, twitter and reading blogs. I miss having all that time to do so. Don't get me wrong, I love my job. I love that it keeps me busy and even that the firewall will not allow me to go to those sites. LOL

Tomorrow the Ladies of Harley are bbqing and selling root beer floats to help raise money for our fund raiser. Should be fun. If nothing else, it'll be cool to hang with the biker chicks for a while. The DH is going to drive his Jeep over and finally meet all the gang.

Sunday is horse day with my mentor. Should be fun and I haven't ridden in a week - the horse that is! Here are a few new pics of her! Doesn't she look amazing???





Our kitten Hooters is turning out to be quite the cat. She is the most athletic kitten I have ever seen and believe me, I have been around a lot of cats in my day. Here is a cute pic of her. Jamie was messing around and well, you can see...



I have been keeping a close watch on all things Daughtry. Their new CD is due out July 14th and I can't wait to hear it!! So the song for the blog is....

"No Surprise" off the new CD! Hot, hot, hot new song. All smiles here!


Daughtry - No Surprise (Official Music Video) - More amazing video clips are a click away

Thursday, June 4, 2009

180*

Today was an odd day for me. I started out feeling a little uneasy. I had the drive in to work to give myself enough time to create this huge conspiracy theory and by the time I parked and got to my desk I had pretty much decided I had let life pass me by and I was a loser. It was difficult today watching the female Marines. I suddenly longed to be one of them again.



Back in uniform. Hair neatly slicked back. Minimal makeup. Carrying my water bottle and joking with the male Marines about the morning's run. I sat at my desk feeling like a has been.



I felt stupid in my Docker pants and silk blouse. I wanted to put my hair up in the french braid I wore for twenty years. I wanted to lose my comfy shoes and slide my feet into a pair of combat boots.



The melancholy of it all was almost palpable to me. I was angry at myself for having retired before going to Iraq. I was mad because I hadn't been part of "that". I have no claim to it. The glory, the hell, the comraderie, the battlefield lonliness. I missed out on that.



Everywhere I went I saw young Marines and old Marines walking in a way I had not been able to walk - like one that had been to War. I longed for that stature.



Suddenly it didn't seem worth it. My six years of retirement seemed like a complete waste of time compared to what I could have gained. Sure, I probably would have lost something or someone. Maybe even I could have been lost in War, but that didn't take away the longing I felt.







Maybe this was the real reason I always told myself I would never return to the base and work. Maybe I knew deep down how much I would miss it. I tried to give myself props. I followed an old Oprah idea where you write down things you are thankful for. "Family" "Health" "Job" "Horses" "Harley" None of this seemed to bring me much comfort. I kept focusing on the bad and the lack of. I couldn't bring myself to be happy about the life I was living. This continued on my drive home. Sitting in minor traffic I was able to ask myself outloud, "How did I get to this point in my life?" "What turns did I take that brought me HERE?"

I need to do a 180* turn around. I need to remember it was not my fate in life to serve in Iraq. I need to put it in perspective that my time in Corps was over and I had to let it go.

SONG OF THE BLOG:"Goodnight Saigon" by Billy Joel

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

It's all in a days work

Today was the first day since I started back to work that I really felt like I was doing something worthwhile. I was neck deep in spreadsheets (which is my passion) and highlighters. LOL It felt good to start pulling some stuff together that I've been learning about since starting on the 18th.

Working with Marines is just something I can't quite put into words. It's as if I never left, only now they call me Christy and I don't get to wear that cool uniform. No, instead I'm in slacks and blouses/tops, open toed sandals with my pink toe polish and toe ring for all to see and my bracelets, earrings and rings I was not permitted to wear in uniform. The Marines haven't changed - just the faces and names. There's the clown. The serious one. The quiet one. The one that will do anything for you. The smartass, the teddy bear, the ladykiller... They are still there as if they never left.

Since the BIL has moved out, the household is getting back to it's normal self. We haven't heard a word from him, not that we really expected to. I suppose we expected too much of him. We thought he had changed, turn a corner for the better and left his old ways behind. Apparently not. The DH is hurt and pissed. I hope in time he can let it go.

So you all know that the DH gets migraines, right? Well, he was getting one almost daily when I suggested to him he take a Claritin a day - just to see if it helped. We are on day 5 and no headache. Just bought him a new box of 10. If this works and he has no headache in that time frame I'm probably going to have to shoot someone. J/K Sort of. I mean, I don't think his doctor even asked him about allergies or suggested we give allergy medicine a try before he through him into a series of migraine medicines. At the same time, I might just be so relieved that it is allergies that I will forget all about my anger.

SONG OF THE BLOG: A repeat, but so good it's better the second time around. "What I'd Give" by Sugarland....Enjoy!


Thursday, May 21, 2009

Still alive and kicking

Hey there! I know you thought I'd forgotten all about blogging. Or perhaps you were hoping I had? No chance in hell. It's just now that I am a working girl (wait..that doesn't sound right) I don't seem to have much time to Twitter or blog or anything else!

That's right - I am back to work. Pigs will fly next week. LOL Actually my job is pretty cool. In a nutshell the computers for the Navy and Marines were literally taken over by what they call NMCI (Navy Marine Corps Internet). The company that manages it is called CSC. I work for CSC as an augment. The funniest thing is that I literally work in the same exact building I worked in my very last day in the Corps. I am surrounded by Marines all day. It's flippin awesome. :-)

Everyone and everything else is doing just fine and dandy. I hope you all have a fantastic Memorial Day weekend. Remember those that have fallen and those still missing that fought for this country's freedom! Ooh Rah!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

All Sorts of News

Greetings Everyone! I hope this finds you all doing great on this wonderful Tuesday in April. I am still in slow-mo mode at the moment. I did manage to amble downstairs in my very best robe and slippers to put a pot of Joe on, but haven't gotten much further than that. Ah, it's the little things in life that make me oh so happy.

We are now Grandparents to a healthy baby boy. Jonathan Hunter was born Friday morning weighing in at 7lbs 4 oz. He went home Sunday and from what we have heard doing just fine. Here is the one and only pic I have. I think he looks like me!


















My BIL is now living with us. He has relocated from Phoenix to California and is currently working with the DH. He seems to be enjoying himself here and has already met someone he is interested in >> a waitress at Annie's! Go Figure! Anyway, we are having a little get together this Friday. We are calling it his Quinceanera. LOL Yeah, we're just crazy like that. Makes for some interesting evenings having him around. He has a great sense of humor and it's cool to see him and the DH interact.

I haven't been working too much on the crochet projects. Shame on me, but really have found it hard to sit down lately. I still have 4 working. #1 for Noah, #2 for Jake, #3 for me and #4 Chargers blanket. I really need to get with it.

We did get the MLB Network so we can watch baseball. So far it's been a pretty cool deal. We have watched the Reds play almost every game this year. Well worth the money since we are such big baseball fans.

Speaking of baseball, I joined a Fantasy Baseball League. We had our draft Sunday night and I got some pretty choice players! Should be fun to track it through the season.

Twitter has become an obsession, albeit I'm not sure what else it's good for. I mean I have had very little traffic go to my site as a result of posting a link to my handmade items on Etsy. I haven't had a single sale. I just sort of read and tweet every once in awhile. Not sure where this will lead, but for now I am enjoying it.

Thursday is another LOH meeting. =) Then Saturday is a New Member Orientation for HOG. Actually thinking about starting my own club with a friend - Jeanie - who also finds it difficult to be around other women. Still pondering that thought...

SONG OF THE BLOG: "HAVE A NICE DAY" by Bon Jovi

Monday, April 6, 2009

Bro, Horse crazy girl, MLB Network and Fav new song

Happy Monday! Wait, let me put a disclaimer on that greeting. Later on today I might not feel the same way about Monday as I do right now. So be warned! Tomorrow's blog could get ugly.

It is too bad I cannot blog while I am driving. For many reasons, but the one I'm referring to is that it seems when I am driving I am blogging in my head. I have all of these neat little cliches and nuances that just flow across my brain and I can't wait to get home and start typing! But when I do get home and do get on the computer I find that all of those things I had so cleverly come up with while driving have left me and I just have jumbled pieces of ... stuff that I try to pull together and make some sense; something that might flow. Someone might find it worth a read? No? OK, well, it was worth a shot.

Anywho... I had a good weekend. It was different than I expected and went really fast. The DH is out of town on a 4x4 trip. So I thought, "Yippee! I get the remote! I get to crochet! I get to eat and drink whatever I want! I can stay up late! I can sleep in! I can burn candles all over the house and play my music loud!" Ok, so I did do all those things, but man did the time I had to do them fly by. Now the DH is on his way home and following him in the Rubi is his bro. Yep, he's coming to live with us. Oughta be interesting! We went from an empty nest to the daughter back living with us and now his bro. Too funny! So where is he going to sleep you ask? Well, I am giving up my craft room and my HD TV. I will move my yarn to the loft and since I am spending a lot more time at the computer in the master bedroom, thinking I will do my crocheting from here as well! Works out great! Last night I spent time going through yarn and rolling small skeins into balls to make room on shelves. It's a huge favorite past time of mine. It's one of those things I consider addicting and compulsive and tedious and fits my personality to a T. Hey, I wonder if there is a market for someone that likes to roll yarn into balls...?

You all know I am horse crazy. I was born that way. My Mom says I used to crawl around on the floor when I was little and pretend to be a horse. As I got older my obsession just became stronger. I would ask for horsie related stuff for birthday and Christmas even though I didn't own a horse. I would tie up my make believe horse to the fence and brush him with one of the many brushes I got as a gift. Yeah, I was that crazy. It's rare you find a girl that claims to LOVE horses is one that truly LOVES horses in every sense of the word. It's one thing to want to be near them, ride them, etc. and quite another to HAVE to be near them and WANT to be near them and the riding is just icing on the cake. I always hesitate when someone tells me their daughter LOVES horses because I know most just are in love with the idea of being in love with horses and not one that genuinely has oats running through their veins. Enter Corey. Corey's Dad lives down the block from us. He is twice divorced; the first time from Corey's Mom. Corey has a younger sister and brother. She is ten. She has sunkissed blonde hair and dancing eyes. "She loves horses!" her Dad told me. He knows we have two. So I offered to take Corey with me to the barn to see the horses. I also took her sister cuz she wanted to go. I couldn't believe my eyes. Watching Corey was like watching me 35 years ago. She bounded out of the truck to be with the girls. She didn't blink an eye when Dolly nuzzled her pink jacket and got horsie drool on the pocket. She laid her whole body across the front of Cheyenne's chest covering herself with the soft winter chestnut hair. She braided manes, she kissed muzzles, she looked into their eyes and talked to them. She LOVES horses. Her sister is afraid of them and it was obvious she had just come along for the ride so as not to be left out.

So yesterday I had arranged with Corey and her Dad for me to take her to breakfast at Annie's and then to the barn. She turns 11 on the 9th and I wanted to give her a special birthday present only a true horse lover would enjoy. She had never cleaned a stall before. She helped me clean all 3. She was a trooper. She never once complained. She pushed the wheelbarrow all the way to the pasture 3 times. She stepped in pee. She stepped in manure. She danced through the fresh shavings. She couldn't wait to ride. We rode for almost two hours. I watched her; fascinated at her carefree style. It dawned on me I had lost that. Somewhere between paying bills, cleaning the toilets, worrying about family fights, being mad at relatives and trying to find something new and yummy for dinner I had lost that wonderfuly carefree attitude of youth. She was me all over again. She was daring on horseback. She was a girl that was happiest being right where she was. She didn't need anything more than to be in the moment.

It was sad to pry her off. I wanted to give her more. I remembered how I felt being her age. I remember intentionally rubbing my clothes on the horses so the smell would still be with me after I had left them. I remember closing my eyes and running my hands through manes so that when I was falling asleep and dreaming I would have that memory to fall back on. I remembered so much...

Traditionally the first game of the baseball season is played in Cincinnati. I ordered MLB Network today and can't wait for the Opening Day game. Cincinnati vs New York Mets at 1:10EST. Woohoo! We will get 13 channels of nonstop baseball action.

The ACM Awards were on last night. I know none of your probably watched and that's OK. I forgive you. One song that stuck in my head (and heart) was a new one by Sugarland. I can't find an audio of it but here are the lyrics...

It's called WHAT I'D GIVE

Update: I found the song and put it on MySpace.

Friday, April 3, 2009

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New addiction and Positive Randomness

I gotta admit, Twitter is addicting as heck. I'm shameless and can sit in front of my flat panel mesmerized by it. Looking up people, reading updates... Wild.

I have always been so negative when it comes to listing things that make me mad so this time I thought I'd list things that make me happy.

1. Horses. Today the girls got new shoes and being close to them always makes me happy. They give kisses, nudge you for attention and just smell wonderful.

2. Milk. I have always been a fan of cold milk. Growing up we drank it with dinner and somehow as I've gotten older I have gotten away from doing that. I love milk with ice in it. I know it probably sounds weird, but it's really great. As long as you don't let it sit so the ice melts.

3. Clean sheets. I love the smell and feel of freshly washed linen! My Mom used to hang ours outside on the line. Can't get that same smell here in tract housing, but one day when I have more room in my backyard I will have a clothesline!

4. Paper Mate Flair pens. Absolutely the best writing intruments as far as I'm concerned.

5. IPOD player. I have it sitting directly above me on my computer desk, which is an old military duty desk with a roll top. I sit the IPod player on the top shelf and just let it play through the 15++ songs I have on it. =)

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SONG OF THE BLOG: "Animals" by Nickelback

Monday, March 30, 2009

Grandma Pat

As is usual for a Sunday morning, me and the DH went to Annie's for bfast. Our daughter is now the hostess and after getting a seat at the bar we were joined shortly by a wonderful lady everyone calls Grandma Pat. Sitting on the left side of the DH, she commenced to start to talk and didn't let up until we had hugged her goodbye. What a delight! She was like a shining star in the night sky. She is so full of love and life it's impossible not to like her. She can talk sports, which her and the DH did almost nonstop. In between the sports talk, she revealed a little more about herself and I just wanted to share...

She told us her husband had passed away, but before he did they were regular at Annie's for well over 40 years. She had seen 5 owners of the place and thought Annie's was by and far the best yet. She has lived in LE for most of her life. She recently found out she has cancer. Now you would think that would be enough to damper a person's spirit, but she is not that kind of person to stay down for too long. She said she went to the Doctor to learn the test results and the Dr said to her, "You know you have cancer, right?" She replied, "I figured. My Grandmother had it and so did my Mother. Figured it was my turn." The Dr told her if she had just come in when she had noticed the first sign it would have been easier on her. The first sign was an inverted nipple. (I'm not kidding.) She told the Dr she doesn't keep a mirror in the house where she can see past her neck because she just doesn't need to. He asked her if she didn't look at herself in the mirror and she said she avoided it and that if she had she wouldn't have noticed the inverted nipple because hers are pointing DOWN anyways. I thought I would fall off the bar stool I was laughing so hard. She grabbed our bill when the waitress dropped it off and said she was paying. We looked at each other like we couldn't believe it. Why were we so surprised? I'll get to that..

She said one day she was sitting at a table by herself and her arm had been hurting her from the lymph nodes where she has the cancer and she was feeling sorry for herself and all that when a family came in. Husband, wife and their new baby. The husband didn't have a left arm. It looked like it had been cut off right above the elbow. So as GMa Pat sat there next to them she started to kick herself because she had two good arms and was mad for feeling sorry for herself when here was this man with only one good arm and he couldn't be happier about his life. So on her way out she paid for the family's breakfast. She says she does this all the time because it makes her feel good to do it and she likes to do it anonymously. So she's walking to her car and the guy comes running up and says, "Thank you for buying our breakfast, but I got to ask you why you did.." She told him how she had been feeling sorry for herself and how seeing him so happy with his new baby and beautiful wife had lifted her spirits and she did it for herself. The man was so touched he got all teary eyed and they hugged and come to find out he had been born without the arm.

So what you guys don't know is that my very own DH does exactly the same thing. If we are sitting at a table or the counter and start chatting with someone or if he sees someone he thinks is special or interesting he will tell the waitress he wants to buy their meal and to keep it quiet. I thought how cool after all these times of paying for other's meals someone finally was repaying the favor to my DH. He and Pat were instant friends and I can see her becoming a part of his life.

I will try and get a pic of Grandma Pat soon. Hugging her is a delight as she is all soft and "squishy" like old women are. Our daughter says she loves hugging her for that very reason.

Craft Note: I am promoting my blankets today.

Surprise Scarp #5

Warm Brown Ripple

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SONG OF THE BLOG: "Wayfarer" by Jay Nash. Yep - Birdman, Mama has done it again. I have fallen for another singer she turned me on to!

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Tyrone Wells!


Not sure if you guys know, but this weekend was when I was driving up to Mama's to see Tyrone with her on Saturday night in Hermosa Beach. I got an added treat because her sister had to cancel going with Mama on Friday night to see him, soooo I got to see him twice! Woohoo! Friday he was at the Glasshouse. Saturday he was at the St. Rocke in Hermosa Beach. Two awesome venues and as usual, he was really great!!!! It's awesome cuz now I can totally sing to all of his songs! Guess I have officially gained the title of Tyrone Groupie! LOL But that's OK. I'm totally cool with it! =) I know my pic is a bit out of focus (damn camera phone), but have no doubt he was HOT!!!

Saturday morning I had a ride with the Harley's Angels. We went out to Borrego Springs and had lunch at the Hog Trough. Great ride. The scenery is absolutely incredible. It was only about 140 miles round trip but felt longer because of the winding roads. No joke - there was easily 200 bikers on the road.

SONG OF THE BLOG: "Need" by Tyrone Wells. Gotta be my fave!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Get your motor runnin...

...head out on the highway. Lookin for adventure. Or whatever comes my way.

Oh, sorry...still lost in the moment. A Harley moment that is. =) Yesterday and today I took two very cool rides. Let me share!

Yesterday around noon I took off, topped off and headed to Palomar Observatory. It's been a really long time since I have been up there, but it was so worth the drive. I headed south on the 15, exited at Mission Rd, headed south on the 395, and then went east on the 79. Past the Pala Casino. Past the Pauma Casino. Straight to the top of Mt. Palomar. Luckily I was wearing my vintage leather jacket cause it got chilly at 5000 ft! The views were amazing. I didn't take any pics - my phone camera sucks in ref to taking pics. I walked to the observatory, went inside and checked out the displays and the telescope, took a bathroom break and then headed back down the mountain. I am absolutely going to do that ride again.

Today I started out around 1. I headed south on Jefferson and went west on Rancho California Rd. It turns into De Luz, which winds and dips through the back side of Fallbrook. It is really amazing country back in there. When it's rainy, it's not so good as there are probably 6 or 7 spots where the water crosses the road. There were 3 spots with a trickle across the roadway. It's probably a good 35 mile ride and it brings you out in downtown Fallbrook right on Mission Rd.

I took the advice of a fellow biker and popped in my earphones and IPod for both rides. What a difference music makes on a bike! Wow! I mean you guys know how much I LOVE my music. Well, listening to my favorite playlist while cruising on my bike was pretty close to heaven. I am absolutely LOVING this Harley. I can't tell you how great it feels to ride. It's very empowering. You feel very strong and confident when you ride - at least I do. I am learning to negotiate just about anything I might come across and my bike is perfect for me. I just love it. Still need to find some cool saddlebags...



Robert's blanket is almost 100%. In fact, tonight it will be finished. =) I promise a pic tomorrow.

The maroon and pink one is on hold for now.

The Chargers' blanket is next after Robert's is finished. I'm dreading picking it back up because, well, it's the Chargers and I don't like them. LOL

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Fun for a Sunday

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Friday, March 20, 2009

Friday Rantings

I realize yesterday I was sort of on a roll, but I'm sorry - I simply must continue it on to today. I guess there are just too many things bugging me right now or I need to get a life. LOL

1. I'm sick of Oprah. I never thought I'd say that, but I truly am. I saw her magazine cover where for the first time she is sharing the cover photo with another person. Big whoop-de-do. I give a crap. Not only that, but she looks awful right now. So there!

2. Everyone knows that if you want things to change, you have to do things differently in order to produce a different outcome. Why oh why are people so afraid to do this??

3. Nancy Pelosi needs to be stopped. Did anyone catch that video of her hand-in-hand with the Mexicans talking about how holding up the laws of this nation against illegal immigration needs to stop??? Uhm, what? Two of our good friends are immigrants. They do everything by the book. They have from day one when they decided to come to this country. And on that note...

4. What's up with Mexicans saying that California is really theirs? And we should check our history books? Uhm, OK - been there and done that. If memory serves me correctly, there was a WAR in which the Mexicans LOST. Are we supposed to forget that little tidbit? Are they so stupid and desperate to assume that they have a right to be in this country in spite of how the WAR turned out? For some reason I don't think they would feel the same had the tables been turned and they had actually won. Maybe I'm wrong.

OK - I feel somewhat better now. Moving on...

Last night's meeting of the Temecula LOH went well. It was hosted by a very nice woman I had never met before. She prepared a wonderful tossed salad, chicken with pasta (cold) and rolls. For dessert we had a luscious key lime cheesecake and a strawberry/blueberry cheese pie. Very yummy in deed. For the most part it was just a social gathering. We did have a meeting in which we discussed the Poker Run, the next several meetings and where they were, our charity and what sort of things we could do to help them. The only thing I found rather interesting is that we are going to host a Topless BBQ. More to follow.

Is anyone reading a fan of Ann Colter? I am. Just curious...

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SONG OF THE BLOG: "Breakdown" by Daughtry

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Not sure what to expect...

Tonight is my first official LOH (Ladies of Harley) meeting. I'm not sure what to expect, but I'm going prepared and open minded. I mean, do we take down a load of guns first or do we have dinner first? Do I have to drink shots of Tequila out of another biker's glass she is holding between her boobs? Will I be shuffled off to a back room where the "boss" gives me the once over and then tells me I have to do the "deed" in order to prove myself worthy of belonging? LOL

Actually, we all get together for dinner and then we play a game - like Bunco or Left, Right, Center. I just thought it would be funny to write that stuff since everyone has this impression about biker's. ;-) None of it's true, of course.


Today was a weird day. After a good night's sleep (finally) I woke up and was online for a bit not doing much at all. Then the DH says he is taking me to breakfast at our cafe. So we have a nice breakfast. We both had their special Egg, Cheese, Bacon Croissant sandwich and shared a plate of homefries. It was awesome. On the way home we stopped at the feed store for hay and then went home.

Turning on the news (FOX - fair and balanced) we learned the latest regarding the AIG bonuses issued to some execs and how Congress was going to vote on taxing their bonuses 90%. We also learned that other companies that received bailout money owe back taxes. Now I don't know about you guys, but I am starting to get pretty irritated over the government just running amuck. It's not just Democrats. It's not just Republicans. They all think they can just manipulate the American people and I've really had it. But the more you sit and listen the more you realize how powerless we seem to be against them.

This is the way I see it...

1. AIG Execs rate their bonuses. Congress had the audacity to pass the bailout without reading or putting in clauses for such things. Why should the Execs have to pay 90% tax on something that was written into their contracts and otherwise 'OVERLOOKED' by Congress? Congress gives them the money and is now pissed at how they are spending it? Maybe Congress should have done their homework. This POS is the worst of the worst. He knew about the problems years ago and simply brushed it off.
2. Why did the government put into circulation $1 TRILLION dollars???? Why? This just lowered the value of the dollar that much more. Bad, bad mistake. It has never worked in the past and it's doubtful it will work this time. If I had cash I would invest in gold. It went up $70 dollars today. What does that tell you?

3. Is it just me or is President Obama seemingly uneffected by all the crap going on?? He goes on Leno. He hops about the country talking about crap that really is ridiculous considering the economic crisis we are in. No, it's not Bush's fault and it's not something he inherited. This is all him now and his cabinet and he seems oblivious and nonchalant. Is he the distraction? And what about his bright idea to revamp the Veteran's medical benefits to cut costs??? Has this man got a clue?? Surely to God he can't be serious?? Ah, but wait - he does make friends with some doozies... Bill Ayers and Reverend Wright. What does that tell ya??

4. I'm thinking the Secretary of the Treasury needs to resign. Plain and simple.

5. I can't believe (well, actually yes I can) that Congress is ACTING sooooo upset over a measely $165 million that went to AIG in the first place. It's like they all want face time for their constituents to see them angry and they act like this is what the American people want. Wrong. Americans want a fair and honest government. They want the government to STOP spending to much friggin money on crap. I truly believe they knew this fall out was going to happen. All they did was say, "Oh, we'll just let the people yell and scream for a bit. We'll go on TV and show them how upset we are and soon something else will come along to distract them and all of this will be forgotten. We'll all get to keep our cushy jobs and cushy paychecks and bonuses and pensions."

IF NO ONE GETS IN TROUBLE FOR THIS OVER THE NEXT SEVERAL WEEKS I THINK IT'S SAFE TO SAY WE ARE F*CKED.

OK, off my soap box for now...

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SONG OF THE BLOG: "Last Dance With MaryJane" by Tom Petty. Hot, hot, hot.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Updated project pics

It is a slow morning. Not only does time seem to going by slowly but I am moving slowly. I had a rough night's sleep. I was hot, then cold. With the pc now in the master bedroom, the constant hum and the added glow of the light probably wasn't much help either. So today we are just chillin and I took some pics of the blankets and thought I'd post them.


Maroon and Pink... Getting there. It works up easy but I get distracted when working on it for some reason. This one still has no owner, so there really isn't a rush to get it finished.


Robert's Blanket... I haven't really worked on this as much as I should have. This is the next one I want completed so as of now it has priority.



Charger's blanket for Wendy's son... I started this awhile ago and need to finish it. After Robert's blanket, this one has the priority.

And here is the "best" part. This is a list of the blankets I have yet to finish:

1. Mama's birthday blanket

2. LAPD SWAT blanket for Leesa

3. Noah's birthday blanket

4. Jacob's birthday blanket

5. Wendy's oldest son's purple and white blanket

6. Surprise Scrap #6 blanket

Wow, that's a lot of work for 2009. I need to get to work. LOL

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SONG OF THE BLOG: "Sweet Emotion" by Aerosmith. Why do I feel naughty whenever I hear this song? hehehehehe

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Deal with it

OK, I know my post is one long paragraph. I have tried EVERYTHING and for some reason it won't 'fix' itself. So you just have to deal with it! Try reading it all without taking a breath - like I'm saying it all in one breath. LOL

Happy St. Patrick's Day!



It doesn't get much more Irish than U2. Yummy. If you've not given their new CD a listen, I recommend it. To me it sounds like the good old U2 - not Joshua Tree good, but close. I downloaded it to my IPod and have listened to it about 3x. I'm still not 100% on all the songs and I really would like to read the lyrics to find out what the heck Bono is talking about in some of the songs, but it's not too shabby.
Today was an interesting day... It started off with a wonderful morning ride on the Harley for breakfast at Annie's. As I'm getting on the bike and heading out to go ride my horse, who rides up on his Dyna but Vic. Vic hadn't seen my bike yet, so he checked it out and gave me his seal of approval. Whew! Past the Bob test. Past the Walt test. Past the Brian test. Past the Vic test. Thank you my Brothers!
So I get to the barn, ride my pony for a bit and then turn the horses out to graze for the day. I mucked all three pens really well, put down fresh shavings, emptied water buckets, put out dinner and breakfast. Felt good to work and take care of the horses.
Hop on my bike and ride to the HD dealer for a quart of oil. Get that and head on home. At home the DH and I move my desk and computer out of the downstairs bedroom and up to our master bedroom. It will not fit in my craft room. No way. I have an old solid wood military desk that measures 3 ft by 5 ft. It also has a solid roll top piece that is 24 inches wide and about 3.5 ft long. So now my computer is in the master bedroom. It actually works out great! But that desk was a MF gettin up those damn stairs.
Afterwards we helped the guy down the street move our Cherokee to his garage. Yep, the Cherokee is dead and we sold it to a guy down the street who is going to try and get it running. That is bitter sweet - I loved that Cherokee. It was new in 1999 and went to both the oldest and youngest sons. We all had a good run with it.
Then I hopped back on my bike to go bring the horses in. I get that all taken care and head on back home. About 1/3 of the way home my bike starts sputtering. At a stop sign it dies. I start it back up and head down the road only to have it die on me again. Now I know what you're thinking - she's out of gas. I was not. I knew I was not. I sit for a few minutes and let the gas tank air out in case I had a vapor lock. A guy pulls over riding a Honda. He's an older man wearing a Black Sheep MC vest. (The Black Sheep are a Christian biker club). He takes a look at my bike and we talk for a few. He asks me to start back up and it seems to be running. He agrees to follow me all the way home. We get no more than 100 yards down the road and it dies again. He gets on the phone and calls his brother who lives just down the road. I call my DH and tell him what is going on. I tell him he doesn't need to come get me just yet because the brother is a good bike mechanic and also has a trailer in case we have to haul it. So the brother arrives and asks me to try and start it. It sputters and dies. He walks from the right side over to the left side and bends down to where my choke is. He looks up and asks me if there is a reason I am running on my reserve tank? I'm like, "Reserve tank? I didn't even know I had one." Apparently there is a switch (no one ever told me about) that lets me run off the main fuel tank or the reserve. Mine was set to run off the reserve. And it was empty! So he switched it back to the regular tank and my baby started up like a dream! He smiled and said that someone probably played a newbie joke on me! I was just THRILLED it wasn't something more serious! I called the hubby (who was also very relieved), thanked the brothers over and over for their hospitality and drove straight to the gas station and made sure both tanks were FULL. LOL
SONG OF THE BLOG: "Magnificent" by U2. Off their new CD. I like it!