Im so happy

Its been while since I posted anything here. I have been so tired lately, I haven't even turned o my lappy. I have been so consumed with this care package for the soldiers, and now I really need to tell you what is happening. I wish i could personally share this happiness I am feeling with all of you. It is sort of like I felt when i did the breast cancer walk last summer.

I was thinking about this last night on the way to work. If you are lucky enough, you get to a point ti your life where stuff is no longer making you happy. We have gotten to the point where we can pretty much do what we want. We have fun bla bla bla. But now, I am needing something more and I have found it. I think. At least for now I am so freaking happy I just want to cry. It started with an idea that I vocalized to a friend. She said it was a great idea and we should do it. That night, I kept repeating the idea and everyone agreed it would be a great idea to send a giant care We are now sending the giant care package to a group of soldiers. They are our soldiers. they left out of Lodi California, which is just north of us. right now they are in the Sunni Triangle. Hopefully they will get to come home in May.

We were given alistst of things they need and would like to get. they cant get the normal stuff we have and can get our hands on every day. Anywaythyeey had a special request for dvdVD player since thedidntn't have one. Well, they are gettingdvdDVD player and a hopefully a stereo surround sound system.didntdn't know it, but a collection was started to buy the system for them. also, anther person plans on having a gift drive for them christmastmasdidtnidn't know waihapppeningening. I just thought it was the care package. It has grown legs and is taking off. i am just so happy, you jdontdon't know. I am going to have a few thank you notes to fill out for this in the end.

I want to get their names and possibly email address so we can write to them. One of the ladies on first shift wants to make a basket and a quilt and write a letter. I want to make sure they all christmastmas cards, birthday cards, what ever they need. and guess what,dontdon't have to pay for the shipping for all of this. someone is going to pick it up, pack it and ship it for us. We truelyruly been blessed.

OK, onto other stuff. real quickdontdon't know if any of you heard they other night we had a 5.4 earthquake. it may have bee 5.6, I cant remember. We live in the central valleydont don't usually feel them, well, we felt that one for sure. the center was in San Jose, which is quite a ways away. maybe about 60 miles. It shook my house up and down and I heard and felt the whole thing. It only lasted about a 2 or 3 seconds here, but that was enough. it scared the crap out of me. Its been so long since I felt those thindontI don't know how much damage was done at the center, wasntt wasn't mhasntit hasn't really even been on the news too much. Wow, I just heard another quake hit Yosemite Park this morning. it was on the news for about three sentences.

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June quietly closed the door to her room so Laura could sleep. She walked into the kitchen and started another pot of coffee. Jackson sat on the couch, dazed at what just happened to them. June finished in the small kitchen and came back to the living room. Her place was so small when more than herself was there. It was just a few steps from room to room. This place was perfect for her, but it could get crowded when friends came over. She sat down across from Jackson, so she could see his face as she explained their experience.

“What just happened?” Jackson almost begged this question before she even had a chance to get comfortable. “June, there is no gate there. It is only a wall, all the way around. I walked that path before you met me. Then, when we turned around and went back, there was a gate that wasn’t there before. I used a stick and found that spot, but there was no gate, just where one used to be. It was there, but covered so thick in Ivy you couldn’t possibly open that door. June, I hope you know what just happened”

June let Jackson get everything out, then she calmly started to speak. Jackson, the names on those gravestones are your family. Every one of them are your ancestors. I remember one time you telling me when we first met that you used to have family in this area. I think we have been destined to meet, and this is why. I have seen that gate for years. Ever since I started walking to work. Every day it was the same thing, the same sounds, the same feelings. Then, recently, well actually since we met, things started to change. The sound of a crying child, the dark smoke, the strong desire to walk through that gate and see what was on the other side.

“At first, I only saw weeds. Then, as I went into the gate, I started seeing the headstones. And you do know time stopped while we were in there. That is why our phones didn’t work. I really don’t know how it happened, but it did. And also, those headstones, they aren’t there either. This land had been vacant for so many years. But your family is buried there. Your mother wanted you to find them again. And this is how it happened, through me.

I know that property was for sale many years ago. But no one bought it. I think it may have been abandoned.” June got up during this conversation and poured coffee into a carafe and brought it into the living room. She poured coffee for herself and Jackson and continued talking. The whole time, Jackson sat and listened, stunned at what he was hearing. He didn’t know what to say.

June sat back in her chair and sipped her coffee as she calmly explained her story and what she felt it meant. “Your mother wanted you to find your family. You lived on the other side of town, and had no reason to come over here. Then you went with your friends to that little bar where we met. You had no intentions of meeting anyone, and neither did I. We both felt we were just fine in our lives the way we were. We were both solid and didn’t need another person to make us whole. We didn’t know it then, but we did need each other, but not to make us whole. You needed me to show what I saw, and I needed to show you.

June went on as calmly as if she was talking about a shopping list. It felt good to finally get this out of her system. “I think I can find out who owns that property. We can get into it and replace those headstones. I know where every one of them belong and what they look like. I will never forget that site. I don’t know if it is still for sale, we will find that out also.”

This went on into the night. Laura woke up and the whole story was repeated to her. Together, they made a plan to buy the property if it was still available and return it to its proper state of respect. June didn’t know why she was they only one who could see that gate. She didn’t know that no one else could see the gate until she was finally told.

Jackson remembered putting the small metal sign in his pocket. It was rusted and almost unreadable. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out, but it wasn’t the same rusted sign. The rust was gone now and he could clearly read the warning sign. It was bent on the corner and had blood on it. “That is what I cut my foot on. I was wondering what happened to it. It just disappeared. I looked for it when we went back, but it was gone.”

June hoped this would end the strange feelings she got as she walked to work each day. This is what it was all about. She had to get Jackson back to his family. Now she was strangely connected to his family. But she liked it and wanted it to stay that way.

I hope this answers a few questions I left open and hanging. If not let me know and they can be fixed too.

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June quietly closed the door to her room so Laura could sleep. She walked into the kitchen and started another pot of coffee. Jackson sat on the couch, dazed at what just happened to them. June finished in the small kitchen and came back to the living room. Her place was so small when more than herself was there. It was just a few steps from room to room. This place was perfect for her, but it could get crowded when friends came over. She sat down across from Jackson, so she could see his face as she explained their experience.

“What just happened?” Jackson almost begged this question before she even had a chance to get comfortable. “June, there is no gate there. It is only a wall, all the way around. I walked that path before you met me. Then, when we turned around and went back, there was a gate that wasn’t there before. I used a stick and found that spot, but there was no gate, just where one used to be. It was there, but covered so thick in Ivy you couldn’t possibly open that door. June, I hope you know what just happened”

June let Jackson get everything out, then she calmly started to speak. Jackson, the names on those gravestones are your family. Every one of them are your ancestors. I remember one time you telling me when we first met that you used to have family in this area. I think we have been destined to meet, and this is why. I have seen that gate for years. Ever since I started walking to work. Every day it was the same thing, the same sounds, the same feelings. Then, recently, well actually since we met, things started to change. The sound of a crying child, the dark smoke, the strong desire to walk through that gate and see what was on the other side.

“At first, I only saw weeds. Then, as I went into the gate, I started seeing the headstones. And you do know time stopped while we were in there. That is why our phones didn’t work. I really don’t know how it happened, but it did. And also, those headstones, they aren’t there either. This land had been vacant for so many years. But your family is buried there. Your mother wanted you to find them again. And this is how it happened, through me.

I know that property was for sale many years ago. But no one bought it. I think it may have been abandoned.” June got up during this conversation and poured coffee into a carafe and brought it into the living room. She poured coffee for herself and Jackson and continued talking. The whole time, Jackson sat and listened, stunned at what he was hearing. He didn’t know what to say.

June sat back in her chair and sipped her coffee as she calmly explained her story and what she felt it meant. “Your mother wanted you to find your family. You lived on the other side of town, and had no reason to come over here. Then you went with your friends to that little bar where we met. You had no intentions of meeting anyone, and neither did I. We both felt we were just fine in our lives the way we were. We were both solid and didn’t need another person to make us whole. We didn’t know it then, but we did need each other, but not to make us whole. You needed me to show what I saw, and I needed to show you.

June went on as calmly as if she was talking about a shopping list. It felt good to finally get this out of her system. “I think I can find out who owns that property. We can get into it and replace those headstones. I know where every one of them belong and what they look like. I will never forget that site. I don’t know if it is still for sale, we will find that out also.”

This went on into the night. Laura woke up and the whole story was repeated to her. Together, they made a plan to buy the property if it was still available and return it to its proper state of respect. June didn’t know why she was they only one who could see that gate. She didn’t know that no one else could see the gate until she was finally told.

Jackson remembered putting the small metal sign in his pocket. It was rusted and almost unreadable. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out, but it wasn’t the same rusted sign. The rust was gone now and he could clearly read the warning sign. It was bent on the corner and had blood on it. “That is what I cut my foot on. I was wondering what happened to it. It just disappeared. I looked for it when we went back, but it was gone.”

June hoped this would end the strange feelings she got as she walked to work each day. This is what it was all about. She had to get Jackson back to his family. Now she was strangely connected to his family. But she liked it and wanted it to stay that way.

I hope this answers a few questions I left open and hanging. If not let me know and they can be fixed too.

P Wexfords Pub and Grill

Rating:	★★★★
Category:	Restaurants
Cuisine:	Irish
Location:	McHenry Blvd, Modesto, CA

Really great fish n chips. The best I have had in years. Great selection of brews ans wines by the glass. The service is very personal and easy going. It get really busy on the weekends

morning/evening

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Oct 26, '07 9:00p

wake up and breath, eat something, go to work. Do this daily till the weekend. Then have fun. repeat.

My first blog here

Ok, now I have the complete set. Myspace, Yahell 360, Facebook, Mash and now Multiply. I sure hope I'm not missing anything. I am now going to have to try and figure out what I want in this page. I don't know. I sorta stopped writing on 360 because I just ran out of stuff to say. I just wasn't feeling it any more. I will give this a try though, and see if it works.

Since Veterans day is approaching, I felt I really needed to do something this year. Our soldiers are taking care of me every day I feel, so I needed to do something for them. I suggested at work we create care packages to send to them. It can be just a collection of the things they need that they cant just go get. Everyone loved the idea. I was so excited. So today I went out to one of our local very discount stores and purchased some items I thought they could use. I figure, if I am going to suggest this project, I should at least start off the collection box. Frito Lay is going to contribute some food items that will ship easily and without spoiling. I am very proud of myself on this one, and yes. I am bragging. I like to tell myself I do this for selfish reasons. It just makes me feel good, and we should do the things that make us feel good. We have to take care of ourselves too ya know.

At some point today, I lost 15.00 out of my pocket. It could have been at the very discount store. I'm sure that is where I lost it. I just hope whoever finds it really needs it. I hope they get something to eat, or something else that will help them.

ok, thats it for my first blog here. I'm gonna go see if I can do something with this page.

Bash is beggin me

Amber posted a beg on my comments to set up a page on Multiply. I now have the full set of every well known blogspot going. I only use one though. I dont know what I am going to do. I will stay here till the 360 team totally gives up and decides they arent going to maintain the site. I dont even know how to shut down mash, or facebook. Im keeping myspace to keep an eye on some of my neices ana nephews. That would be sorta spying, but their parents dont have a page and their kids wouldnt invite them. I havent been real active here in the last few months anyway, Ill see what I want to do. Maybe I will just bounce around for a few and see what feels good. this is my home though, so i doubt I will really leave.

hope you are having a great weekend

Bash is beggin me

Amber posted a beg on my comments to set up a page on Multiply. I now have the full set of every well known blogspot going. I only use one though. I dont know what I am going to do. I will stay here till the 360 team totally gives up and decides they arent going to maintain the site. I dont even know how to shut down mash, or facebook. Im keeping myspace to keep an eye on some of my neices ana nephews. That would be sorta spying, but their parents dont have a page and their kids wouldnt invite them. I havent been real active here in the last few months anyway, Ill see what I want to do. Maybe I will just bounce around for a few and see what feels good. this is my home though, so i doubt I will really leave.

hope you are having a great weekend

For those of you waiting, the end of the story, finally

Ten

I left Junes house and started down the street. All the events of last night and the last few days were replaying in my head. I wasn’t even sure what day it was, it seemed like they had all rolled together into one. I wasn’t familiar with this part of town. I had no reason to venture over here until I met June. This was all new to me, and I was just now realizing what Junes neighborhood looked like. I was taking notice of the homes, trees, cars that passed. They all seemed as normal as in any other neighborhood.

I walked slowly down each street, trying to retrace all of her daily foots steps. Why couldn’t she just drive to work like everyone else? As I walked along, I noticed the cracks in the sidewalk, the branches that hung out over the street, even the occasional piece of thrown out trash in the gutter. Strangely enough, this is a pretty clean neighborhood. Well taken care of and obviously cared for. It really is easy to see why June loves living here. It is very warm and comfortable.

I turned the corner and saw the wall of ivy. Trees lined the wide sidewalk all the way down. I knew this was the area that the gate was located. The description that June gave was this, to a T. I know if I go halfway down I will see this gate that June walked through and saw all the headstones. So I walk, slowly, looking for this gate. June has mentioned that it squeaks as it opens ands shuts and bangs on the latches. For some reason, I cant hear it. Im getting near the end of the block, an still no gate. I know it is on this side. Im pretty sure it is on this block. If not, I will just turn the corner, maybe I misunderstood the path June said she takes.

I kept on walking and ended up at the corner. There was no gate. I know June does not turn this corner. I know she has to go straight from here to get to work. I turned around and as I started to walk back along the wall, I saw a stick. I picked it up and used it to poke the wall, in hopes of finding the gate buried under all this ivy. I don’t know how I could have missed a huge iron gate, but stranger things have happened. Then I felt my stick go through the wall. I almost fell sideways into the wall but caught myself. I just realized what was happening. I found it.

Standing facing the wall, I start moving the ivy back and away from the wall. It had been like this for so long, there was layers of dust and dirt on the leaves. These vines had been here for so long, this gate couldn’t possibly move. I tried to grab hold of the gate itself and see if it would move, but as I reached through the thick vines, I could feel bugs land on my hands. I kept trying to reach the gate and move it. I felt something cold and hard on my hand, and I grabbed it. I tried to move it, to shake it back and forth, but it was locked shut. How did June see this gate, let alone get through it. What is going on? I looked down, shaking my head in frustration, and sitting there near my feet was a small metal sign. It was so rusted, I couldn’t hardly read it. I rubbed away some of the dirt and rust that had built up on the sign, I could read it now. It said “WARNING, STAY OUT”.

Jackson put the sign in his pocket, and started on his way home. How long had he been trying to get into the gate? Time seemed to have stopped. As I walked home, my phone started to ring. I had forgotten all about time, and what my mission was. What just happened to me?

Eleven

Laura had been trying to call Jackson for the last ten minutes. Why wont he pick up his phone? Shortly after he left, June woke up again. This time she was alert, and talking. She needed to know where Jackson was, she had to tell him what she saw. This time she wanted to be awake, and know she was awake. She said she somehow thinks Jackson is connected to this graveyard. Laura kept calling Jackson, over and over. He had to pick up his phone. Keep trying.

Finally Jackson picked up his phone. “Where have you been? I have been calling you for the last ten minutes! You told me to call you if June wakes up and now you don’t pick up your phone and she needs you here.” “Whoa, Hold on there, my phone never rang, but I am on my way back. I will be there in five minutes.

“June, Jackson will be here in a few minutes. Just relax. I just finally got through to him and he is on his way back. He says he didn’t hear his phone ringing.

This made June sit up. She didn’t hear her phone either. She had to get up. She wanted to go back to that scary horrible place. Suddenly June found herself pulling herself out of bed and looking for her clothes. She slipped on a pair of sweats, a t shirt and some tennis shoes before Laura had a chance to stop her. June grabbed Laura by the hand and said come with me or not, I am going to meet Jackson and go back. They were out the door and on the way back to meet Jackson.

June was running as fast as her tired and hungry body could run. Laura was begging her to stop, but June kept going. She ran down the cracked sidewalks, past the trees, cars, and other familiar spots. She turned a corner with Laura following close behind her. June looked like a jogger on a mission, but Laura was still dressed in her clothes from the previous day. The last thing she wanted was to attract attention, but in her work clothes she knew she looked strange. She kept running behind June, trying to keep up with her.

Then they saw Jackson. June ran faster till she got up to him. She told him they needed to go back. She didn’t give him a chance to answer, she grabbed his hand and led him back to the gate. This time he saw it, clearly, as if it was always there. Strangely enough, Laura saw it also. She had never seen this gate, and she went past this spot many times, but never with June. Why was she suddenly able to see this gate that was never there before.

Breathlessly, June stopped at the gate with Laura and Jackson. She looked at both of them and opened the gate. As she did this, she heard the child cry. Jackson and Laura heard it also. They all stayed close until they started seeing the headstones. This time June saw them right away. She knew where to go. The tall weeds were still trampled down. She could see where she had been before. She kept going and Laura and Jackson kept following her. They followed blindly, too scared to let her go too far by herself. Where was she taking them and why didn’t they see all this before? Laura was looking for her phone, but it was gone. Did she leave back at Junes house? It is always on her, where is her cell?

Jackson was wondering the same thing. He had no clue what was going on until he started seeing names on the headstones. The names sounded familiar. But why? Why would he know these names, he didn’t even know this place was here. June kept going, leading them on. By now she was walking more slowly, giving them a chance to see what was happening to them. And then it hit him. These were the family his mother had spoken of. These were the names she had mentioned so many years ago. This was the family cemetery that had been lost. How did June find it. How did she know to bring them back here? So many questions.

Finally June stopped in front of a very large and warn headstone. She was tired beyond belief. All she could do was sit. She chose this spot, because it was the first spot in the graveyard. It was the furthest corner, but the name was there, and Jackson could see it. He could see his family name carved roughly into the stone with the dates under it. It was the name of a man and a woman. He recognized the names, and still wondered how June knew to bring him back here. How did she know this was his family. He also sat down, feeling suddenly tired.

Laura was there and still scared and wondering what was happening. She had no idea why they were there. Why had June suddenly stopped and now Jackson is starting to act very differently. He now somehow looks like he belongs here. What is happening. Laura tried to talk, but nothing came out of here mouth. She could hear Jackson and June talking, she thought, but she couldn’t understand what they were saying. This was so strange. Suddenly she could feel herself going backwards towards the gate again. Was June with her? She felt so tired. She decided to just sit down for a minute and close her eyes. So very tired. What is happening? Where is June and Jackson? Relax, just for a minute.

June and Jackson were back at the large monument. Jackson was telling June the stories his mother had told him. This was his family. This was the old family cemetery that had been lost for so long. Why couldn’t he see it before. Why couldn’t he see the gate. How was it lost? Jackson took a look around one more time and decided it was time to leave. Now he knew where his family was. He had some work to do to find out who owned this land, and get it back.

They started walking back, this time remembering what happened the whole time. This time it was no mystery. This time he will know what to do. They walked back and found Laura, resting by the gate. Carefully they woke her up and went back through the gate. They started walking back towards Junes apartment and Laura turned aroung one more time. She wanted to make sure of what just happened to them. The gate was gone. Nowhere. She turned back around and continued to walk with June and Jackson. What just happened. June and Jackson were holding hands, looking like old lovers. Something just happened, and she didn’t understand it. But she didn’t want to understand this one. This one she wanted to let go. It was over, she was sure. They went home and made a pot of coffee.

Laura could hear June and Jackson talking about what just happened, making plans, going over details. But once again, she couldn’t hear. This time though it was because she had gone and laid down on Junes bed. It was too much for her, but it was over. This she knew. It was over.

For those of you waiting, the end of the story, finally

Ten

I left Junes house and started down the street. All the events of last night and the last few days were replaying in my head. I wasn’t even sure what day it was, it seemed like they had all rolled together into one. I wasn’t familiar with this part of town. I had no reason to venture over here until I met June. This was all new to me, and I was just now realizing what Junes neighborhood looked like. I was taking notice of the homes, trees, cars that passed. They all seemed as normal as in any other neighborhood.

I walked slowly down each street, trying to retrace all of her daily foots steps. Why couldn’t she just drive to work like everyone else? As I walked along, I noticed the cracks in the sidewalk, the branches that hung out over the street, even the occasional piece of thrown out trash in the gutter. Strangely enough, this is a pretty clean neighborhood. Well taken care of and obviously cared for. It really is easy to see why June loves living here. It is very warm and comfortable.

I turned the corner and saw the wall of ivy. Trees lined the wide sidewalk all the way down. I knew this was the area that the gate was located. The description that June gave was this, to a T. I know if I go halfway down I will see this gate that June walked through and saw all the headstones. So I walk, slowly, looking for this gate. June has mentioned that it squeaks as it opens ands shuts and bangs on the latches. For some reason, I cant hear it. Im getting near the end of the block, an still no gate. I know it is on this side. Im pretty sure it is on this block. If not, I will just turn the corner, maybe I misunderstood the path June said she takes.

I kept on walking and ended up at the corner. There was no gate. I know June does not turn this corner. I know she has to go straight from here to get to work. I turned around and as I started to walk back along the wall, I saw a stick. I picked it up and used it to poke the wall, in hopes of finding the gate buried under all this ivy. I don’t know how I could have missed a huge iron gate, but stranger things have happened. Then I felt my stick go through the wall. I almost fell sideways into the wall but caught myself. I just realized what was happening. I found it.

Standing facing the wall, I start moving the ivy back and away from the wall. It had been like this for so long, there was layers of dust and dirt on the leaves. These vines had been here for so long, this gate couldn’t possibly move. I tried to grab hold of the gate itself and see if it would move, but as I reached through the thick vines, I could feel bugs land on my hands. I kept trying to reach the gate and move it. I felt something cold and hard on my hand, and I grabbed it. I tried to move it, to shake it back and forth, but it was locked shut. How did June see this gate, let alone get through it. What is going on? I looked down, shaking my head in frustration, and sitting there near my feet was a small metal sign. It was so rusted, I couldn’t hardly read it. I rubbed away some of the dirt and rust that had built up on the sign, I could read it now. It said “WARNING, STAY OUT”.

Jackson put the sign in his pocket, and started on his way home. How long had he been trying to get into the gate? Time seemed to have stopped. As I walked home, my phone started to ring. I had forgotten all about time, and what my mission was. What just happened to me?

Eleven

Laura had been trying to call Jackson for the last ten minutes. Why wont he pick up his phone? Shortly after he left, June woke up again. This time she was alert, and talking. She needed to know where Jackson was, she had to tell him what she saw. This time she wanted to be awake, and know she was awake. She said she somehow thinks Jackson is connected to this graveyard. Laura kept calling Jackson, over and over. He had to pick up his phone. Keep trying.

Finally Jackson picked up his phone. “Where have you been? I have been calling you for the last ten minutes! You told me to call you if June wakes up and now you don’t pick up your phone and she needs you here.” “Whoa, Hold on there, my phone never rang, but I am on my way back. I will be there in five minutes.

“June, Jackson will be here in a few minutes. Just relax. I just finally got through to him and he is on his way back. He says he didn’t hear his phone ringing.

This made June sit up. She didn’t hear her phone either. She had to get up. She wanted to go back to that scary horrible place. Suddenly June found herself pulling herself out of bed and looking for her clothes. She slipped on a pair of sweats, a t shirt and some tennis shoes before Laura had a chance to stop her. June grabbed Laura by the hand and said come with me or not, I am going to meet Jackson and go back. They were out the door and on the way back to meet Jackson.

June was running as fast as her tired and hungry body could run. Laura was begging her to stop, but June kept going. She ran down the cracked sidewalks, past the trees, cars, and other familiar spots. She turned a corner with Laura following close behind her. June looked like a jogger on a mission, but Laura was still dressed in her clothes from the previous day. The last thing she wanted was to attract attention, but in her work clothes she knew she looked strange. She kept running behind June, trying to keep up with her.

Then they saw Jackson. June ran faster till she got up to him. She told him they needed to go back. She didn’t give him a chance to answer, she grabbed his hand and led him back to the gate. This time he saw it, clearly, as if it was always there. Strangely enough, Laura saw it also. She had never seen this gate, and she went past this spot many times, but never with June. Why was she suddenly able to see this gate that was never there before.

Breathlessly, June stopped at the gate with Laura and Jackson. She looked at both of them and opened the gate. As she did this, she heard the child cry. Jackson and Laura heard it also. They all stayed close until they started seeing the headstones. This time June saw them right away. She knew where to go. The tall weeds were still trampled down. She could see where she had been before. She kept going and Laura and Jackson kept following her. They followed blindly, too scared to let her go too far by herself. Where was she taking them and why didn’t they see all this before? Laura was looking for her phone, but it was gone. Did she leave back at Junes house? It is always on her, where is her cell?

Jackson was wondering the same thing. He had no clue what was going on until he started seeing names on the headstones. The names sounded familiar. But why? Why would he know these names, he didn’t even know this place was here. June kept going, leading them on. By now she was walking more slowly, giving them a chance to see what was happening to them. And then it hit him. These were the family his mother had spoken of. These were the names she had mentioned so many years ago. This was the family cemetery that had been lost. How did June find it. How did she know to bring them back here? So many questions.

Finally June stopped in front of a very large and warn headstone. She was tired beyond belief. All she could do was sit. She chose this spot, because it was the first spot in the graveyard. It was the furthest corner, but the name was there, and Jackson could see it. He could see his family name carved roughly into the stone with the dates under it. It was the name of a man and a woman. He recognized the names, and still wondered how June knew to bring him back here. How did she know this was his family. He also sat down, feeling suddenly tired.

Laura was there and still scared and wondering what was happening. She had no idea why they were there. Why had June suddenly stopped and now Jackson is starting to act very differently. He now somehow looks like he belongs here. What is happening. Laura tried to talk, but nothing came out of here mouth. She could hear Jackson and June talking, she thought, but she couldn’t understand what they were saying. This was so strange. Suddenly she could feel herself going backwards towards the gate again. Was June with her? She felt so tired. She decided to just sit down for a minute and close her eyes. So very tired. What is happening? Where is June and Jackson? Relax, just for a minute.

June and Jackson were back at the large monument. Jackson was telling June the stories his mother had told him. This was his family. This was the old family cemetery that had been lost for so long. Why couldn’t he see it before. Why couldn’t he see the gate. How was it lost? Jackson took a look around one more time and decided it was time to leave. Now he knew where his family was. He had some work to do to find out who owned this land, and get it back.

They started walking back, this time remembering what happened the whole time. This time it was no mystery. This time he will know what to do. They walked back and found Laura, resting by the gate. Carefully they woke her up and went back through the gate. They started walking back towards Junes apartment and Laura turned aroung one more time. She wanted to make sure of what just happened to them. The gate was gone. Nowhere. She turned back around and continued to walk with June and Jackson. What just happened. June and Jackson were holding hands, looking like old lovers. Something just happened, and she didn’t understand it. But she didn’t want to understand this one. This one she wanted to let go. It was over, she was sure. They went home and made a pot of coffee.

Laura could hear June and Jackson talking about what just happened, making plans, going over details. But once again, she couldn’t hear. This time though it was because she had gone and laid down on Junes bed. It was too much for her, but it was over. This she knew. It was over.

New Toes

I know yesterday i said I didn't have anything planned. I still don't, kinda. But, yesterday my little tootsies hurt so bad. they needed some special attention. So, I hopped in my car and took myself down to the peddi place. I walked in and there was no one else there. Yippee! I haven't had a peddi for so long. Really, there is nothing better, and don't my pretty tootsies look good!

Well, last night John had a meeting for the VFW. This is going to happen every Friday night till they get it rebuilt. So after we went to the pizza parlor, since we had a coupon. The coupon was for a large two topping, two salads, and four drinks. The coupon was for 19.99. We could smell the pies as we approached the front door, it smelled yummy. When we saw inside, it was full of smoke. We were told there were too many pies in the oven, and that is what caused the smoke. So we got out salads, a table, and out drinks and sat down. As we ate our salads, other people came in, ordered, and sat down. pretty soon I notice that the other people are getting their pizza,s, and we still are not. the smoke is still thick in the air and my eyes are burning.

I went up and asked about our pizza. Well, guess what, they lost it. They lost our pizza. I was tired, nor so hungry, my eyes burned, and I wanted out of there. Needless to say, I was ready to leave that place and walk. they knew it too. When I hollered across the room to John that they lost our pizza, the manager said they would find it, that it was made, but now they have to find it. It had been sitting on top of an oven, waiting for someone to claim it. OK, there is some good news here. We got our pizza, and our money back. I guess there is a somewhat happy ending here. We left, and I just went straight to bed.

Today I have to go to get some fabric for my nieces baby blanket, go shopping at two different stores, and get some house work done. I haven't done anything really for a while, so i have a bunch of stuff to get done. John is out at the VFW cleaning up after the fire, so he will be gone all day. I may take a break and bring them some lunch. Hope you all have a great weekend.

New Toes

I know yesterday i said I didn't have anything planned. I still don't, kinda. But, yesterday my little tootsies hurt so bad. they needed some special attention. So, I hopped in my car and took myself down to the peddi place. I walked in and there was no one else there. Yippee! I haven't had a peddi for so long. Really, there is nothing better, and don't my pretty tootsies look good!

Well, last night John had a meeting for the VFW. This is going to happen every Friday night till they get it rebuilt. So after we went to the pizza parlor, since we had a coupon. The coupon was for a large two topping, two salads, and four drinks. The coupon was for 19.99. We could smell the pies as we approached the front door, it smelled yummy. When we saw inside, it was full of smoke. We were told there were too many pies in the oven, and that is what caused the smoke. So we got out salads, a table, and out drinks and sat down. As we ate our salads, other people came in, ordered, and sat down. pretty soon I notice that the other people are getting their pizza,s, and we still are not. the smoke is still thick in the air and my eyes are burning.

I went up and asked about our pizza. Well, guess what, they lost it. They lost our pizza. I was tired, nor so hungry, my eyes burned, and I wanted out of there. Needless to say, I was ready to leave that place and walk. they knew it too. When I hollered across the room to John that they lost our pizza, the manager said they would find it, that it was made, but now they have to find it. It had been sitting on top of an oven, waiting for someone to claim it. OK, there is some good news here. We got our pizza, and our money back. I guess there is a somewhat happy ending here. We left, and I just went straight to bed.

Today I have to go to get some fabric for my nieces baby blanket, go shopping at two different stores, and get some house work done. I haven't done anything really for a while, so i have a bunch of stuff to get done. John is out at the VFW cleaning up after the fire, so he will be gone all day. I may take a break and bring them some lunch. Hope you all have a great weekend.

Friday Fodder

I am doing some new stuff, kinda. I bought those Crest White Strips, and i have been using them. Not as regular as I am supposed to, but I have them in right now. I am hoping to one day have these sparling white teeth so you can see me in the dark when i smile. I want my brite smile to make you want to put on your sunglasses. I dont know if that will actually happen, but we will see.

At work we had this contest. We had to concoct our own flavor for chips. Hmmmmm, easy enough, I think. I have always wanted a parmesian flavored puff. I thought, OH Yum, that would be sooo good. OHHHH a spicey parmesaian puff, I can do that. So the rule was that we had to create the recipe from home. We decide which of our products we want to make a new flavor for and they gave us a gallon bag of the base product. I chose puffs. I should have chose something else. This was a huge food nonononononooooooooooo. I melted butter, added the cheese and some spices to make a spicey parmesian. I had really good intentions. Now you have to understand, puffs are harder to make than our other products. There is a secret to making the sesoning stick to it, and not fall off all over in the bag. There is also a big fat secret to how they kleep it from turning into styrofoam. I dont know what that secret was. The end result was the most disgusting, gross, ugly nasty stuff you ever wanted to try and consume.

I broke one in half, and it didnt break, or snap like it should. Then I bit into it and all it did was crush. It was horrible to say the least. I had the bag in trhe car, and I tasted it before I brought it in Thank God. I swear, If I had to let someone even see this ugly product, it would have to be one of those "Dont do this" things. One of my co workers created two fabulous flavors. I loved them both. If they make it to the store level, I will surley let you know. My flavor wont make it there though.

I did something this morning I have never done. all the way home i wanted to go out to breakfast. I dont like eating by myself though, so I usually just go home. I was almost home, about to turn right down my street, but decided to go anyway. I turned left instead and went to the Perkos in the shopping center. I actually got out of my car and went into the restraunt and when the hostess asked how many, I actually said just me. that was what always scared me for some reason. I dont know why, its silly I know. But I am proud of myself for this little bit of bravery.

I dont think I have anything else right now. I think I am done for today. I dont have anything planned for the weekend right now. Hopen you all have a good one.

Breast cancer awareness month

This isn't news to anyone. October is breast cancer awareness month. this means you. It doesn't matter how young you think you are, you need to check yourself or get your mammogram. I did the cancer walk earlier this year and raised some much needed money for the cure. this week the Divine one is walking with her best bud for the cure.She also raised a good amount of cash for the cure. If you eat Yo plait Yogurt, save the pink lids, and send them back to them for their contribution to the cure. This is something we need to take control of. I think about it often. We all know someone who has gone through this. Women are getting sick and dying. Please make your appointment for your mammogram, or do your self exams regularly.

OK, nuf said on that topic. It is supposed to rain all this week. it actually got cold in my house this morning when i got home. I haven't felt cold here for a very long time. I am going to try to keep the heater off for as long as I can stand it. The price of gas is increasing so much. We heard the other day home heating bill this winter were going to increase also. We got our bill this month for the electric, it was higher than last month. We haven't turned on the ac or the heater at all for a while. this makes it a little scary. When its this cold though, it makes me want to stay in bed longer so my Little feetsies don't get cold. I hate having cold feet.

I am going to go on a bra finding mission pretty soon. i don't actually want to go to every store in town and search, but I am going to try and find a supportive bra that doesn't have the horrid under wire. they always seem to find a way to come out of the bra at the most inopportune time, like at work. I have been properly fitted with bras also, and this doesn't seem to help any. I just hate wearing them. Tell me about the worst bra you have ever had, or even the most comfortable bra. I think I am going on a letter writing mission to bra companies. maybe they will fill me in on the best bra.

I am still not getting my alerts from yahoo. I checked my settings, but they say I should be getting them. I will keep looking for the answer for this. OK, that is all for now. I need to set off for the land of nod. I am way too tired. See ya all later.

Entry for October 14, 2007

We are sitting this Sunny Sunday morning enjoying our second to the last bottle of Almond Champagne. This means we will have to make another trek out to the foothills for another case. Oh how sad. this has been our routine for the last 3 months now. A lazy Sunday morning with a good breakfast and sharing a bottle of champagne. I think its a great way to end one week and start another.

Johns aunt and uncle passed away this past year. they lived a very good life and were the best folks you would ever want to know. Really, I did love this couple. They had that feeling about them that let you know you were special, no matter. Anyway, we were given the opportunity to pick something from their estate. They had no children so it was up to Johns father to distribute their stuff. Most of it was given to dealers to sell. We were able to pick this set of Cordials before it was sold though. We also chose a milk glass chicken two piece covered bowl. We love both pieces. I don't think we will ever use the set, but I just think it is beautiful.

I have noticed Amber has left us one more time. She also left the Mash page. I will probably find out how to end that page also. its hard enough for me to keep up with this page and drop in to at least some pages. I don't even know how to change the background in mash. That kind of stuff frustrates me. If yahoo drops 360 and keeps mash, I will probably just stop blogging all together. I started a face book page also, but I don't know how often i will make it there . It might be as much as i visit my Myspace page. I just don't think I have as much to say anymore. We will see how things go. its not that I am no longer interested in the great people that are here, I am.

There is something I have been trying to remember to say here. I log on, get writing and cant for some reason remember it. It really bugs me. I know I have talked about this happening before, but I only remember when i am doing something else. I did get the pillow covers finished for my sister. I am through with faux fur for a while. She likes the satin backing and they both just slide around. It drives me nuts. then the silky threads peel off the satin fabric and the faux fuzzies are flying in the air. I end up sneezing and itching all over, especially my face. I told sis no more for a while. Come get your leftover faux fur and satin. I'm done with it.

OK, I will let you go for now. If I do remember what I wanted to say i will try and hop back on here and add to this. it was something good too, or was frustrating. See, it could be old timers happening. OK, see ya all later.

Ok, just like that, I finally remembered! I used to get alerts from yahoo that I had a message or that someone had commented on my blog. I no longer get these alerts. I tried to get them started again, but I dont know where to go to do this. I thought I had found the spot to get this started again, but it didnt take. If one of you knows where I go to start this again, can you let me know. It does help to know someone has visited my page.

Entry for October 12, 2007

Its Raining here again. Good. I hope it rains for the whole week. We are so short of water here and I just hate going through the whole drought thing every year. Even in the winter, we go through it. I am just happy to be gettin some of the free wet stuff this early in the year. Every little bit helps. I know you floks on the east coast are getting very high temps, well enjoy while you can, cus in no time at all, you will be tramping through the snow.

Speaking of water. The water out of the tap here is awful we think, so we buy our drinking water in jugs from the store. We have two 3 gallon and one 2 galloin jugs. Yesterday I went to Winco to get some bulk sesonings and also fill our water jugs. I put them in the back of my cruiser where I usually put them and headed on home. I usually go the store around the corner from my house, but I needed stuff from Winco, so I had to travel a little further this time. So, I was almost home, around the corner actually. The car in front of me is traveling slow, in the turn lane but no turn signel yet. I look behind me to make sure I can get all the way over to the right to turn and when i look back, three seconds later, she has her turn signal on and her break lights. She turns into a driveway, I had to slam my breaks and heard the water tip over and start to roll around in the back section of my cruiser. Hurry, get around the corner, get to my street where I can safely stop my car, jump out, open the back. Oh crap, half of one of the 3 gallon jugs has just emptied itself in the back of my car.

It wasnt very far to my house from there, but the city was trimming trees. There were city workers everywhere, and I couldnt just do my regular crazy lady driving into my driveway. Then, right in front of my house this guy with a chain saw is cutting limbs into smaller pieces. STOP CUTTING GUY! I dont want my car dinged by wood chips. I finally got into my driveway, and unloaded my stuff. It took two towels to soak up the water and one of the seats was saturated. I tipped up both of them to drain to the floor and the water just poured out of the bigger one. I called John to let him know what happened and to check on the drying process when he got home from work. Im sure it will be fine. Stuff like this gets me though.

I got called off last night, so I went back to sleep and slept pretty good. I have intentions of cleaning house, making cookies and maybe even working on those pillow covers for my sister. I think she keeps giving me projects cus she thinks I have nothing else to do. I am going to have to let her know I am just fine and usually pretty busy, or at least occupeid.

Ok, this is getting a little long for me so I will let you go. hope you all have a great weekend.

A few updates

I got a question from my best bud Amber on my Mash page. She asked me if I am on days yet. Oh crap, I need to write an update blog. From the time the posting went up and I considered putting in for the position, I battled with the decision. I did end up putting in my bid, and I would have gotten it. The morning the bid winners were going to be posted, I went into our HR office and told our HR manager to withdraw my bid. The more I thought about it, the more I thought I wouldnt gain anything if I went on first shift. In fact, I would loose. Right away I would loose the 35 cent shift differential. No biggie there. But I would have to be tuesday through saturday, I could learn to deal with that.But the thing that really made the decision for me was the fact taht I would have to battle for any vacation time i wanted and If I wanted a three day weekend, HAHAHA, aint gonna happen. they only allowed two people to be out at a time, and some of those people have all the good weekends taken before anyonwe else even gets a chance to try for it. I dont want leftover vacation time. I want the time I want and right now, I can get it. So I am staying on Third.

Its starting to cool off here. Taht isnt an update, jsut a bit of info. We are finally droppung down to the low 80's in the daytime and down to the 60's at night. For some this is still hot. For us, its cooling down.

the new tv season has finally started. My DVR is in overdrive. I dont know what I would do if I had to try and watch all the shows i have decided to put on my recording schedule. I eventually get around to watching all the shows, except for the Oprah and Ellen recordings. I only record 5 at a time so every day one drops off and another one adds on. I love my DVR. That would also be called Tivo for some. If yu dont have one, and you like to watch special tv shows, you should get one. you can go on vacatiopn and not worry about missing any of your favorite shows. OK, so much for my DVR promo.

We went to our brother and sister in laws 25th anniversary this past weekend. it was so much fun. The most fun happened though when most of the people started to leave and we were standing around the bar singing with our way too wasted drunk husbands to music on an Ipod. Do you know how bad drunk guys sound when they sing. it was too funny. We came home sunday after going to eat at our favorite place. We got home around six or seven and I had to straight to bed to get up again at 9:30. I was so tired.

Ok, I will let you go here. I have to go find some info on some pics I stole from Ambers Flicker page. I will try this week to get caught up this week with your pages. Have a good week.

Entry for October 04, 2007

I was just thinking about this, and I have a minute, so I am writing this at 10:37 PM, while its on my brain and I have the time.

It is said no one write letters any more. Not this kind, the kind in type, on a monitor of some kind. but the kind on paper with a pen, in hand written words. I dont know the last time I wrote a letter. To anyone. I do like the old greetings though. Sometimes I think of writing a letter and starting it with one of those old fashioned greetings. From back when there was no other way to communicate long didtance. Before there was telephones, radios, or email.

I would love to be able to write a letter starting with My Dearest Dearling..............what ever the persons name would be. In between, in beautiful cursive, I would write all my deepest feelings. Everythng that has happened since my last letter, How I missed this person so, (not so much, just so). I would write about the horrid weather, the neighbors who we all know by the way. I would be ending the letter with All My Love Darling, till we see each other again. I would sign my name, and then put lip marks on the paper with newly applied lipstick.

OK, that is all rather dramatic. I wouldnt , or couldnt write a letter like that today. I would like to, but I couldnt get my hand to do it without laughing. I would be the only one to know i was laughing though, cus that is the way letters go. You just dont see the real reactions. Oh, if you could see my brain working now.

I have a long list of real addresses. I send Christmas cards every year, I try to anyway. I may juast sit down and write a few letters on pretty paper and send them out. They wont be in that pretty cursive though, cus mine isnt that great. I t may just be a trieal run on real letter writing. I will let you know how it goes, when I finally do it. its not a big deal, just a letter. But a letter you can keep. it is a hard copy. It only gets lost because you loose it.

Well, its time to get ready for work. so tell me, do you write letters? teh kind on paper, in and envelope with a stamp attached to it?