Come see my quilt pieces

I made a remix of the parts on my quilt I am making. In my last blog about this, I called them geometric gems. When you watch the remix, you will understand. I know you donr really wantto know how to make this quilt, but I have to explain a few things. I had to cut strips of the fabric after I made the color wheel things. To put the rest of the quilt together, I have to have about five or six hundred of these triangles. I had to make them from the diamonds that I cut from the strips. If you look at the three wheels witht the writings on them, you can see they are all the same pieces of fabric. I layed them in a circle all facing the same direction. Then I turned them one time, different picture shows up. Then I turned it one more time,and again, it looks totally different. Towards the end, there is apic od three triangles in stacks. These are stacks of six identical triangles. I had to make 32 of these circle things. Anyway, I hope you enjoy seeing these. I just wanted to try and let you see what I was working on. This one will take me a really long time to make. But I can do it. I will show you my progress as I go. Im really excited about this.

Chapters five and six

Chapter Five

All around me, all around my feet were head stones. Old, old headstones with names dating back 150, no 200 years. I can see how young these people were when they died, and how they died. There are a lot of children. Why cant I see this from the other side of the gate. No matter where I turn there are headstones. Now I realize, I cant see the gate. I want to call Jackson, to cry for help to get me out of here, but I have no cell phone on me. I find myself crying out loud, as loud as I can, screaming Jackson’s name. Where is my cell phone, I never leave the house without it. It should be in my purse. Oh My God, where is my purse. It was on my shoulder. Where did it go?

What is wrong? What happened to me. I am going to have to find the gate. I have to find it. If I just keep looking, I have to find it. I haven’t been in here that long. I just wanted to see why these strange things were happening every day. Walk, June! Walk forward! Don’t look back. The old tilting headstones are everywhere. I am trying to step aside of the actual grave, but they are so close. Keep walking, keep walking.

I can see a path where is looks like footprints. If I follow those back the other way, maybe I can find the gate. Follow the path, breath, relax. I cant get out of here if I panic. I am going to follow the grass that has been knocked down. It really looks like someone has walked here. Why cant I see the gate. I haven’t been in here that long.

I remember looking through the gates from the sidewalk, all I could see was tall dried grass. It looked like a large field of dried weeds and grass. I had seen it a lot, and it never looked like this. I am starting to feel tired. I feel like I have been stepping over these headstones for hours. I am so tired. I have to sit down and rest for a minute, I cant keep going like this. I’m just going to close my eyes for a minute.

When I woke up, I was sitting at the gate, with my purse and my cell phone in my hand. It was late at night, and dark. I could still feel the wind blowing on me, and the sound of the braches blowing from the tree. I checked the time on my phone, it was 11:45P.M. on Thursday. When I left work, it was Wednesday. I was scared, how did I get to this spot and why don’t I remember anything. I have been inside this gate for over 24 hours and I don’t remember anything but walking around headstones. Now I look around, and all I see is the tall dried grass and weeds. Not one headstone, not one grave.

I stood to walk and almost fell again. My legs were weak and now I could hear my stomach growling, I was hungry. What else could go wrong. I just stood there, gaining my balance and trying to walk. I stepped down and stepped on a piece of rusted metal. It was the little sign that had fallen off so many years ago. Where were my shoes? I had my shoes on when I walked in here. Now I am standing here, with a cut from a rusted sign, no shoes and I don’t remember a thing from the last 24 hours.

June, compose yourself, stand up and walk/limp home. Your not that far. I’m not going to go back into this field and try to find my shoes. I don’t care now what may have happened to them, I just want to go home. One more time I turn and try to leave the field behind this gate. As I opened the gate and looked around to see if anyone was walking the street at this late hour, I saw my shoes sitting there on the sidewalk. How did my shoes get here, why would I leave my shoes and walk into this field.

I am so confused. All I want right now is to go home, clean my foot and get to bed. I will call Jackson in the morning. I don’t know if he has tried to call me, if he is wondering why I haven’t returned his call, I don’t know anything right now. Just walk June. Walk home and get to bed. I will call in to work tomorrow, take some time off, and try to figure out what is going on with me.

Chapter Six

I limped home with my shoes, purse and cell phone in my hand. I didn’t want to let go of my cell phone, I was afraid I would not be able to grab it if I needed it on my way home. I don’t trust anything any more. I don’t even know if what I am doing right now is real. I will just get home as fast as I can and lock myself behind my door. I feel safe there.

As I am walking home, I keep getting the feeling that I am being followed, or watched. I keep turning around to see if there is anyone there, but I know the streets are empty at this time. I am alone. Keep walking. One more turn and half a block and your home. Oh why don’t I just drive to work. I think I may have to change the way I commute. This will be the end of me. When I get home, I am going to call Jackson and then Laura, my best friend. I know they are asleep, but I need to talk. I need to now I am ok. I may even just go over to Laura’s and spend the night there. I wish my mind would just stop thinking for a while. I want to sleep with no dreams. I want…………..

I turned the corner at this time. There were police, ambulance, and people all over. They were in front of my little condo. Did something happen to the Andersons? Are they OK? Yes, I see them standing there. Why are all these people in front of my building? As I get closer, I see Jackson’s car parked across the street. This is so strange. There is Laura. Why is she there. I called out to both of them, and that is when it happened.

They turned. Every one of them. And it was silent. Jackson and Laura came at me in a sort of run. I was stopped. I just stood there while Jackson and Laura ran up to me. They were both saying something as they ran, I could hear Laura sobbing. Why was she crying like that. Laura never cries. Not even when her Grandparents were killed. Why is she crying? And what is that Jackson is saying. I can hear the sounds of their voices, but I really don’t know what they are saying.

Are they talking to me, or about me. Are they even here right now? I am going to keep walking to my apartment. They will have to go with me, I am so tired. All I can think of getting to bed. Take a shower and get to bed. I just know if I sleep, I will be able to understand what is happening to me right now. I think Jackson and Laura are walking with me. Its not that many more steps to my apartment. I feel someone take my hand and lay me down. I hear a siren speeding by. Is this my bed? I haven’t taken a shower yet. I want to take a shower. Why cant I talk. I am just so tired.

Starting a new quilt

Good morning, afternoon, evening, depending on when you are reading this. Friday after I got done cleaning my house I gathered up my coupons from Joannes and Beverly's and went on a search for some new fabric. I have been thinking of making a stack and whack quilt. You need a busy sort of fabric print to create a good whackin quilt. After i looked at some different fabrics, I finally settled on an african animal print. I reread the instructions for creating these geometric gems, then I went into my sewing room. It was still in the same condition it was when we had my son and his family here. Everything was up on the Cutting table still, so I had to clear that off. When I finally did get it cleared off, I opened the book again, and reread it one more time, just to make sure. These can be confusing if your not sure what you are doing. The last time I made one of these I was with my mom, and we made this really cool quilt and gave it to my sister that I dont really care for. Thats ok, I am now going to try this on my own.

Anyway, I wanted to show you what the fabric looks like before I stack, whack and sew it back together. I had planned on documenting the the whole procedure and show it it you here, but I forget and just got sewing. Sorry about that. I will show you pics of the pieces I made so far though on my next blog. I have to finish sewing them together and them I am going to put them on a design wall so i can see how I want them. Anyway, her is a pic of the fabric before I started cutting.

I Really love this fabric. The quilt is going to be a double sized and I am going to put it for sale for maybe 350.00. I think when you see it finished you will agree that will be a good price. Ok, thats it for now. hope your sunday is going great.

Two Chapters here

The Gate

Chapter Three

The night my friends and I went out dancing, I met Jackson. He says he has lived here all his life, but I have never seen him. He is just a few years older than me, a professional man with a college education, good looking, and is also independent, like me. I don’t know how I could have gone all my life and never seen this man. He is handsome beyond belief. Tall, muscular, thick dark wavy hair, and to top it off, good skin and teeth. Why is he single, and how did I miss him.

We have gone to dinner a few times, went fishing at a local river and also picnicked at the park. He is a great guy. I just feel there is something about him that makes me leery.

I want to be comfortable with him, but there is something keeping me from the trust he so wants me to have. Maybe it is because I have been single for so long, and now here is this Prince Charming kind of guy.

Jackson called me last night and we talked for two hours. He just wants to know everything about me. I think I told him about me from the time I was born. It really was flattering, having someone want to talk all about me. I tried to ask him about him, but the subject came back to me. I have gone out with guys here and there, but none really stuck like Jackson seems to want to.

I do know he is from this area. He says his family has lived here for the last few generations. His ancestors came here from Europe about 150 years ago. He did mention they were buried in a cemetery somewhere near here. I wasn’t aware of a cemetery that old in this area though. It may be a private cemetery, I may have to try and find it. I’m just happy I met him, I need to finally get involved again.

We have made a date to go to a play and a late dinner this weekend. Maybe if I can get him to talk more about himself, it will settle my feelings about him. I will ask about his family and the cemetery, and anything else I can think of. That would surely ease my feelings. I would really like this to continue, but I have to fix this feeling to let that happen.

I have decided I am going to tell Jackson about my experience as I walk to work each day. It hasn’t stopped. Every day it’s the same thing, the creaking gate, the gust of wind, and the sound of a crying child. It is eery, I walk on the other side of the street, but I am still drawn to the gate, the sound, the feeling of that part of my walk. Its less than 30 seconds of my somewhat commute, but it has had a lasting impact on me. To this point, I haven’t told anyone about that experience every day.

I have thought about even taking a different route to work. I walk the same way every morning. If I walk a different route, I would have to leave earlier and I just cant justify that with myself to avoid such a short part of my walk. So, every day it’s the same thing. I will finally get used to it and hopefully, it will stop.

Chapter Four

Today I woke up, did the same morning routine, and left for work. I have told Jackson about my experience and he was very understanding. He never laughed at me or tried to make light of the morning experience. But this morning, as I was approaching the gate, and anticipating what was going to happen, my cell phone rang and startled me. It was Jackson. Just as I was saying hello to him, I thought I saw a stream of smoke to the entrance at the gate.

I increased the pace of my step, fearing there was a fire behind the gate. As I rushed to the gate to peer in, I told Jackson what I had just seen. I told him I thought it was a fire and had to let him go, In case I had to call for help. When I reached the gate and stopped in front of it, breathless from the half run, I grabbed the bars of the iron gate to look inside. I looked in all directions, but nothing was there. No fire, no smoke, no nothing. What did I see. I know I saw a smoke colored haze.

I called Jackson back and told him what had just happened. I was starting to feel better about our relationship. I needed this support from someone. My friends were there for me for everything else, but this strong male support felt good. Jackson suggested it may have just been dust or the fumes from a passing car. He assured me it was nothing, just go on to work.

I did just that. But I couldn’t get the vision out of my mind. I know what I saw. It wasn’t fumes or dust. It may not have been smoke, and I don’t know what it was, but I intend to find out. I am going back after work and look inside that gate. I want to find out what I have been seeing, feeling, hearing every day. I tried all day to function, to do what I was hired to do. I don’t know why I have to think of my job like that. It somehow takes the fun out of the challenge.

On the way home I walked as little slower. I was a little nervous about finding out what I saw this morning. I made a plan as I walked. I was going to approach the gate, look inside, and see what was in there. If the gate is open I may walk through and try to find out what is happening. This has been happening every day for a at least five weeks now.

I need to end this mystery.

I was just steps away from the front of the gate. My heart was beating fast, and small beads of perspiration were forming on my forehead and top lip. As I tried to wipe the fear away from my face, it just returned and I could feel my hands shaking. I thought I was walking, I thought I could feel my feet moving, but they had stopped. I was still steps away. Did anyone else see me here standing in front of this wall approaching the gate. Why cant I move. I feel like I’m moving. What is going on?

I took a very deep breath, and shook my head to try and get back to where I was. Why was I so frightened about this gate. What is it that is keeping me from moving forward? It took everything I had, but I got my feet to move forward, one more time. This time I was stopped in the front of the gate. I could again feel the cold wind, and hear the whimpering of the child. As I looked through the bars, my hands pushed the gate open. I could not control this action. Again, it felt like it wasn’t me, like I had no control over my actions.

This time, my feet moved forward past the open bars of the rusted gate. This time I wanted to stop, I tried to get my feet to turn around, but they kept going forward. I heard the gate close behind me. I wanted to turn and run, I wanted to get my feet to turn around, they kept going forward. Stop. Please stop. I was so scared. As I looked around, my eyes started to focus on what was behind those bars. It was everywhere. OH My God, why cant my feet move back. I couldn’t see this from the other side.

Entry for July 25, 2007

The price of gas has gone up so much in the last few years that we now have to sort of actually think if we want to go on that long drive, just to get out of the house. It wasnt that long ago we were paying under two dollars a gallon. Sure, there have been many comparisons stating how much other liquids cost per gallon. That would be fine if we actually needed a gallon of that item at any given moment. We will never need a gallon of whiteout at one time, and if you drink a gallon of Nyquil, you probably should be in the hospital. We need to put these things in perspective. We also would never purchase on a nor,al basis 15 to 20 gallons of these products at one time, for any reason. So to all the price comparisons for other products, it makes no sense. Its fun to see, but really has no relevense to the price of gas.

So this brings me to my next topic. Corn. It has been suggested and actually used to turn corn into fuel to try and replace oil. This is a wonderfully green idea. And if we actually could produce enough corn to make a difference in the economy and the price of gas, I would be right there cheering this concept on. But we dont have enough empty lots, fields, farms or any other patch of land to produce enough corn oil to fuel our cars. Really, it takes so much corn to produce a gallon of corn oil, right now its jsut a feasable project, in my opinion. But they can work on it to make it more efficient.

Now, on to the side effects of the corn for oil issues. the first thing we heard about was that it was effecting the hispanic population buy making Tacos more expensive. Lets just list a few of the items John and i have heard that will be increasing in price due to the corn oil for fuel.

1. Masa-this is self explanatary

2. Beef- They feed the cows corn, the corn is now used for fuel

3. Milk- this is a by product of the cow

4. Butter- Another by product of the cow

5. Chicken- again, chicken are fed corn

6. Eggs- Byproduct

7. Tequilla - Agave farmers have discovered they can make more money growing corn, so they change their crops to corn

8. Soap- A lot of soap is made from the fat of cows, who eat corn. This is a little at the far end of the game, but it will happen.

9. Any other item that may be possibly connected to corn. anythiing made from cornmeal, whic really is a lot. Expect those corndogs at the fair to jump to gourmet prices.

I know this is getting a little long here, so I will end it soon. I also dont talk about serious stuff that often, so this is a change. Ther are other alternatives, but that would require drilling on our own land. We do have our own oil supplies, but we arent allowed to access them. I guess paying higher prices at the pump will soon change, but we will be paying higher prices everywhere else. Either way, we will soon be seperated from our cash in many more ways. Go Green, Grow Corn

Ok, on that note, I will say good night for now.

Chapter Two, for those that are reading it

The Gate

Chapter two

My name is June. I have always hated that name, I thought it sounded like and old lady. When I was a kid, my favorite Auntie called me June Bug. I never knew what that was, but she smiled when she called me that name, so it must have been good. That was my Aunt Julie. I just loved her. She passed on a few years back. Hmmmmm, I hadn’t thought of her for a while.

I moved to this part of the neighborhood after I left my husband. We had been married for seven years, and he turned out to be an abusive partner. He started drinking after work. When he drank, he would get violent and take it out on me. One time, he threw something at me. When he missed, he tried to hit me. I only took that once, and then left him. There was no reason to allow that to get any worse. It was an easy split, as splits go. There was no children, and we really didn’t own a whole lot, so I just took what was mine, that I knew he didn’t want, and filed for divorce. As I figured he would do, he said I aggravated him into abusing me, and he tried to follow me and continue to abuse me.

I had to file a police report, get a restraining order, take action to keep him away from me. It seemed to do the trick. I haven’t heard from him for so long, I almost forget I was ever even married. I like it better that way. I like being single and being able to do what I want. I have grown very independent in this time by myself. I have a small group of friends I like to socialize with. I trust these people, and cant seem even think of not having them around me. They are my support group for all the things I need support for. Which, by the way, isn’t a whole lot.

When I got the position with this marketing firm, I really didn’t think it was going to last. I figured this would be the job that got me through to my next one, until I could find my dream job, of what ever it was so many years ago. I had gone to college, and never really liked the classes I took, I just kept taking things to get my associates with no real goal in mind. What a waste of money and time on my part I thought. I had to pay for the school and for myself, so any job that paid well was good for me. There was an opening here for a proofreader and I applied for it. After a few interviews and showing I did know how to read and my college did teach me something, I finally got the job. I worked in a room with somewhat good lighting and read copy of marketing literature all day, looking for spelling and grammar errors. I found them, marked them and turned them in. If I also saw something that just didn’t sound like a consumer would be attracted to, I also gave that feedback, depending on the person I was reading for.

I became quite good at reading copy and knowing what consumers would be attracted to. It became a quiet little challenge to me to see how many copies I could get them to change. As I was doing this, I also started taking more classes in the marketing field. I knew that I would have to do this if I wanted to stay in this field. I really was enjoying myself and making good money. I had a few promotions as they became available, but I wanted more. I have finally worked my way to a management position, through hard work, and lot of research. I have been scorned by people that have gone to school just for this position, been told I don’t deserve this job and many other things I would rather not have to go into. But the bottom line is making clients happy, and I know how to do that. And, I do it well with the help of some really great writers.

I remember when I found this little apartment for sale. I thought it was strange to sell just one apartment in a whole building, but when I saw it, I just had to have it. I walked up five steps of the large brick building to the front door. There is another door next to mine that belongs to the original owners, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. They still live there with their cats and a bird. But my place is just perfect for me. It has two bedrooms, one of which is a study but can be an extra bedroom in a matter of minutes. I have a sleeper couch in there just in case. The floors are all hardwood, the kitchen is just the right size for me, not so big I get lost in it. Through the years, I have made a few small improvements, refinished the floors, painted, upgraded the bathroom. I love my little place.

It had sat empty for a few months waiting for someone to come along and buy it. My neighbors said so many people looked at this place, but for some reason, they all just walked away from it. When it was within walking distance to my job, was just the right size, the price was right, I felt like my life was waiting for me to start over in this little place. I had to have it. I don’t even remember how I did the financing, I had no cash to speak of, but I was allowed to purchase this place. It happened so fast it seems. But I know this is where I am supposed to be.

new news

See that stuff up there. I walked out of work this morning and felt a little different. I wasnt assaulted by the sun at 8:30 in the morning threatening to give me third degree burns if i didnt get to my car fast enough. The air was cooler, maybe 65 0r 70. It felt good. When i got in my car, the weather guy said possible thundere and lightening and rain. We coul.d use some rain. there are three fires burnign here right now. I dont know what stage of burning they are, how much under control they are. In anycase, we could really use the rain, if the rain Gods feel so inclined to let us have some. That would be nice.

Last night i sat with the front and back doors open to let in some fresh air. We have a security lock on the front screen door. the fresh air felt good. I love it when we can open the doors and let in real air. Well, ther I was, enjoying the fresh air in my house, and all of a sudden, someone started smoking. Now. I ma not anti smoking, smoke if you want to, its your lungs. But, the aroma went into my house. I was torn, do i close the door and deny myself some fresh air, or keep them open and suffer. I kept them open. I left the back door open when i went to work and came home this morning and my house smells like someone was smoking in it. Crap. sometimes ya just cant win.

Ok, now her is the big news. tomorrow my son, his wife, AND MY TWO GRANDCHILDREN, get here. I cant wait. I get to see my granbabies, i get to see my granbabies, i get to see my granbabies. Im a little excited, can you tell. They are in Petaluma right now visiting Andy's sister and hopefully meeting some of his other family. He didnt realise he had other family that knew him. that is a long story not for here.

Oh, and one more thing. I am writien another story, and i think I am near the end. So get ready to gathere your grown children one more time for story telling time. This is not a story for the babies, it may scare them. part of it scared me. let me know when you are ready for story telling time again.

Ok, that is all for now. Catch ya later gater.

pics from Saturday

I hope you enjoy these little slide shows and pics. I dont know if you will be able to see, but most of the old graves show that these people didnt live much past 30.

fun Saturday

What a fun day we had today. We didnt have anything planned going into the weekend, and John got up this morning and asked if we were going to do anything today. I suggested we go to check out Johns Incredible Pizza for Jess's Birhtday next week. Neither one of us had ever been there, and frankly, i was expecting something like Chucky cheese. I really wasnt looking forward to this.

John also suggested we go find one of our favorite winemakers that moved his shop. We thought we knew where he moved to, but we couldnever find it. so last week, john lookewd it up on the internet. Wow, it is way far away from anywhere we had been. I twas up in the foothills. It took a while to get there, but we finally found it. yippee. We had packed a lunch, thinking we would find a place to have a small picnic. We picniced in the car on the way home. i was starving.

Anyway, while we were looking for the shop, we saw a historicla marker directing us to a pioneer graveyard. i told John i wanted to see it, so he turned around, and we went back and saw it. I will post another blog with pics and slideshow. I havent downloaded the pics yet. it was sorta sad really. The people that were buried there were no older than thirty. There was only about six old graves, one communal grave from some taht had been moved from a diffewrent location which is now under water. And there were three graves more recent. It was very small. It was just sort odf out in the middle of nowhere. Ok, so i said good by to the spirits and off tothe winery we went.

He had some new wines and also some of my favorite almond champaigne. He let me taste that first, then second, then thirds. Oh yumm. I did taste al his reds, cus they are really good. I wanted to get two bottles, but John sais get a case. He sells hios for ten a bottle, but by the case its 8. cant beat taht deal witha stick. Saturday mornig mimose, here I come. every week for the next twelve weeks. yeppers. love this stuff. John did get two bottles for himself, and i also picked up a small old ceramioc pot. It looks like it might be a small chamber pot, like for a child. It probably not, but I liked the shape and color.

After we got home and relaxed a bit, we did go see the pizza parlor. this is gettin sortao long, so I will just say it is much better than I expected. i will be happy to haVE Jesse;s party there nexr week. We then went out to dinner at a new Mexican place. It was also Yummy. Now I am stuffed here at home, writng to you.

I did get the rooms cleaned up and the bed blown up for Andy and Tania. I am just a little excited, can you tell? Ok, see ya when i download the pics. I have to do it onmy other puter.

Quick update

And what a relief. the medical facility I go to has this system set up to let you know the results of all your tests. After you have something done, even if it is just an office visits, the results of the office visit is in my file. I have agreed to allow the Medical facility to send me the results on line, to my own page, so I wont always have to wait for a letter to arrive. the results are pretty through, and what ever is written to the doctor, is also sent to me. I can also ask for prescription refills, make appointments with my doctor, see all my meds and print them out if I need to. It is very helpful.

The other day I received the written results from the doctor in my file on line. I didn't know what they said, even though I read them over and over. It could have been that I was just so scared of what I was reading, that I wasn't understanding it. So, i did what anyone would do. I asked someone who would know. I asked my best friend who assured me i wasn't dying. It was really more than that, she explained what all the lingo meant, and really made me feel so much better. I didn't even know what to look at in the report. I just copied it, removing all the personal stuff , like Doctor names, account numbers, things that if they got in the wrong hands over the wires, they could do damage to me. I really feel so much better now and i wont be making myself sick worrying about this . I really do thank you all for your support. Sometimes, I feel like I have about twenty arms around me holding me up. that is you.

On to other stuff. My camera died the other day. I had to go find another one. I found one at Target, like the one I had, but with 6.1 mp. It is a Kodak easy share and fits in the same charger the last one fit in. It is a small upgrade, and only cost 100.00. I just need to be able to take picks of my babies coming to town on Wednesday. I also had to buy and air mattress and a kiddie pool for them to cool off in. Needless to say, I just spent way too much money. But it was needed. I also bought me a pair of shoe's ans another bottle of my favorite Almond Champagne. If you ever see that on a shelf, buy it. At least once to try. Have it with some OJ for brunch and oh yummmmm.

Ok, I have to go clean my sewing room so My kids can have a bed in there. It gonna take me a while. That room is a mess. See ya all later. have a great weekend ands thank you so much Best friend.

What I did on the 4th

This is a pillow I made for the lady that organised the Relay For Life walk at Frito Lay. It is my first try at doing the picture thing on fabric. I dont know if I did it right, but I like the way it came out. Anyway, this is how I spent the first half of my fourth. I will have to go and ask someone at an actual shop how to do it. I have a plan now that i see how easy it is to get pictures to fabric. And by the way, those pics I took of the pillow are the last ones from my camera. Its is gone.

Last week I went and had my mammogram done. I have been waiting for the results and finally got a call from the radiology dept. yesterday. They want me to go back in for some additional pictures and possibly an ultrasound. I am going to try and think real possitive about this. I havent been so scared in a long time. very quietly scared, but a scared none the less. Maybe there was a reason I was so compelled to walk that day.

One more thought. Wouldnt it be nice if when we made spelling errors on here, we would still see those little squiggly lines under the mis spelled words. That would save me so much time in rereading. You all have a great day, Im drinking my first Strawberry margarita as i write this, so cheers to you.

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Completeting a small tag, and some other stuff

Ok, I have been tagged by blue to the point. I don't usually do these, but it is short, so i will this time. I have to name two places I would like to travel to and then describe what I would do there. Her goes.

I want to go tot he UK and visit Amber. MY mom left me some money and I know she would want me to do something fun with it. Well, that is what I want to do. I know she would love it if i could travel and just have fun. I am looking into the price, flying out of Sacramento, and I think it would be into Heathrow. Amber will have to verify that for me. We have become so very close, and I just feel i need to do this for me. And It would be a blast.

Next, I would like to go visit my niece and her husband in Virginia. She lives in a very historical place, and has a haunted house that she bought and lives in. She has redone almost all of it I think and made the place very nice. I have never been there, but I would also like to go there.

OK, my part of the tag is complete. I wont tag anyone else, cus I just don't like to. If you feel the desire to carry on this tag, without actually being tagged, well I say go for it. Some of us always need a new something to talk about.

Now, other stuff. The other day I went to use my camera and the battery was dead. So i took out the rechargables and put in regular batteries. When I went to close the little battery door, it wouldn't stay closed. I kept trying, but it wouldn't work. I took the pictures i wanted to take, replaced the rechargables and again tried to close the little door. It is broken. I am going to have to tape it closed until I can get a new camera. I will also use my moms gift for this. I saw one at Costco that looked pretty nice. It is a cannon, 10 MP. I don't know if I really need anything that big, but it sure is nice.

Also, the other day I told you I made an apricot pie. I hadn't tasted it yet, so I really didn't know if it was any good. The crust was so ugly, I was bummed about that. But the crust isn't the whole pie. Anyway, last night I tasted it with a side of vanilla ice cream and it is YUMMY. I'm gonna have to make sure none of it goes to waste now. By doing this, it will surly land on my waste, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.

OK, that's it for today. I wrote this last night, but for some reason I lost my connection on my lappy and it didn't stick. I really hate writing the same thing twice. Oh well. So tell me, what are you doing for the Fourth. I get tonight off, oh boy. and I will be returning to work tomorrow night. so not a whole lot of celebrating for me.