13. Describe what you think it is like to live with you

OH, this must be heaven. But I guess it depends on whose perspective you would be looking at. I am going to go with living with John. Or, would that would be John living with me. We get along pretty good now, and have grown into pretty good friends. If john asks me to do something for him, I will do it. He does an awful lot for me, and probably more than most husbands. He makes dinner and does the grocery shopping. I think we both try to keep our relationship going. We have learned help each other when its necessary and step away when we should.

I really do think its not that bad living with me. I don’t like to argue or start fights. I let John pretty much do what he wants and he knows he can count on me, as I know I can count on him. Actually I think I really am an easy person to live with. I’m not too demanding, I don’t require special attention. I’m just as comfortable being by myself as I am with another person.

Fly's be gone, for free

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I got an email from my niece last week. it was titled flys be gone, or something like that. it said if you put a baggie of water on or near your doorway's, it will keep the fly's out. I wondered if this was a joke, but figured what would it cost to try. the instructions say to put 4 or 5 penny's in the bag, i don't know why. so I tried it. I put five penny's in three separate bags and filled them with water. I used clothes pins and attached them to the front and back screens and one to a hanging basket with nothing in it. its been a week. we had one rogue fly in the house, and john killed it.  since then, none. not one. zilch. it works. kind of hokey and ant it isn't that pretty. I don't care. i don't have fly's in my house funny huh.

some people on the original message said they thought it worked because the flys have so many eyes and when they see their reflection it is magnified. they see it as a predator larger than themselves and stay away. I don't care what the reasoning is, it works, and its free. oh, and all the green people will love this one. no chemicals are used in the making of this repellent.

Im wondering again

the last time I did this I got in trouble with a sock puppet, but that's ok. we are all entitled to our opinions. I wonder a lot, and a lot about things I have no idea how to answer. so I am going to post my wonders again here. If you oppose them, please don't attack me. they are wonders, and wonders are how we learn new stuff.

I wonder sometimes what it feels like to be something other than me. I happen think we are all pretty much the same. I mean if we all closed our eyes and had no idea what each other looked like, wouldn't we all be the same? kind of? we would still have our own ideas and opinions and morals and things we live by. but how could we judge each other by what we looked like. so i wonder sometimes what it would feel like to be male, or asian and tiny with pretty long black hair. I don't know why I wonder these things, but i do.

I wonder sometimes what I would really do if I was very wealthy. we all say we would do these wonderful things for our family, or the underprivileged or some cause, but would I really? I think i would actually. but would that feed the need I have sometimes to help in a real way. I know I would pay off my debts that i have. I don't have many really. the house payment and Alex's college are the two biggies. they would be gone. I would hope i would be able to figure out how to be a good philanthropist before the money was gone and it was too late.

I wonder why some people are just hateful and mean to others for no apparent reasons. I have heard they act like this because they are so unhappy with themselves. this may be true. if it is, why don't they do something to make themselves happy. do something good for someone else, for no apparent reason. if you do this once in a while, there is no way you can be mean and hateful, is there?  i work with a person like this. I try to avoid her at all costs, but she wont let me. its horrible. so we just know she is b..... and let it go.

i wonder why some people can be creative with dried pasta and make it look good and I cant draw a straight line. why are some people so easily talented. I know our brains are wired for different things. some people are wired to remember everything they see and hear. some are just very good at the whole learning process. each of us has our own talent, but i wonder what it is that gives us these talents. this one probably has a really easy answer, but i still wonder.

Now here is the fashion police wonder. this one may get me in trouble, but i cant help it. why do people(mostly young girls) wear their pants low around their waist and their stomachs are falling out the front. I have seen so many young people lately who are over weight, and its mostly in their stomachs, and wear their clothes too tight and too small. i am overweight and I know it, but I don't let my stomach hang out like a trophy. the clothes now are clingy and this looks soo bad. I just don't get it. I had to get  that one off my mind.

well, i think that is the end of this session of wonders. If I think of any more and I can remember them, i will try and save them up and do this again. I have a list of my favorite things going in my documents file. I need to put that one up too one day. so that's it. see ya all later.

 

 

Off again

Hi there! if you go to my facebook page, you already know this. I'm off work again, for two more weeks. I didn't plan it, nope. I would rather not have had it happen like this. I did try to prevent it though.

When i went in sunday night, I really wasn't that comfy. still hurting a little and worried that I would get hurt again. well guess what, we were making the one thing that makes us have to do our heaviest work, and that was the only line running. I was working, doing my job, when i started to feel a little pain in my lower right hand side. then a bit later as i was doing another part of my job, BAM OR ZAP OR ZING! right down the right side of my ribs along the path of my surgery cuts, it felt like I was being ripped in half. talk about a world of hurt.

I went to the crewing office and told her i couldn't stay. It hurt too bad and i wanted to go home. they wouldn't let me go home. they couldn't let me drive home like that. liability thing ya know. they walked me to the safety room and laid me down and called the ambulance. that was the first time I have ever been inside and ambulance. kinda scary actually, the way it moves you up and down and the way it unfolds getting into and out of the vehicle.

so after we arrived at the hospital, and they gave me my spot to lay in for a while, they let john come back. my blood pressure was 190 over 100 when i arrived. that is a very scary number to hear. it finally went down. i was actually pretty lucky, I only had to stay in the er for a few hours. the doc came in and did  few things, then decided i had disturbed the scar tissue around the cuts in my abdomen. holy crap!

after talking to my doc's office people and having them call me back twice, i was told I would be off for two more weeks. I have to go see him friday afternoon and get a release. I tried to tell him on my last visit with him what kind of job i had. he just said i would be fine. I think he thought i was just trying to get extra time off. I really just wanted to make sure i was healed on the inside. Most people don't think packing chips is heavy, but guess what folks, they are. and its fast and constant. OH well. this is how it turned out. I have to drive today, so no pain meds today. I don't really like them anyway.

so that's my storey, and you know the rest.

a short video of a seahorse tank

12. Tell about learning a skill from either of your parents, cooking, sewing, cleaning, fixing things, etc

Hmmm, where do you start on something like this. I learned so much from my mom, and when my step dad, came along, so much from him. I learned how to make pancakes and syrup very early on in my life. A kid, actually. When I went to my friends homes and spent the night, they would have bisquick. I had never eaten that, so I would call my mom and ask how to make pancakes. Then, I learned how to make bread, and from that cinnamon rolls. These became a part of the lives of my kids and my husband, John. When I wanted to make Jelly, mom just told me to buy a package of pectin and read the instructions. Really? That is what she did? Yes. So those are the things I learned from her early on. And those things stuck. I couldn’t learned to make gravy. I would call her every time I made a turkey, a roast or anything that had juice from the meat. I couldn’t make a decent gravy to save my soul. I still cant. So, needless to say, if we wont gravy, we buy a can or a package. Mine tastes like glue, no matter how I do it.

When I grew up, one day mom learned to make a quilt from her granddaughter. It was a really easy quilt to make, called a rail fence. I would imagine that is a beginner quilt for a lot of people. So she made a quilt for one of the grandbabies, and then I asked her to make one for my grandbaby, Jessica. She told me if I wanted Jessica to have her own quilt, I could learn to make one myself. So she set about teaching me to make a quilt. We went to the fabric store to pick out fabric. I couldn’t find all the right fabric in that one store, Joanne’s, so we went to another store.

When we got there, there were a bunch of ladies there working on their own quilts. I looked at their projects and told them I was making my first quilt. They inquired about the pattern and fabric so I told them I had bought some at Joanne’s. Well, you should have seen how thy reacted to that. They all told me the fabric at Joanne’s wasn’t any good and why bother making a quilt out of that. You really should buy it from a real fabric store. I was so intimidated by what they said. I turned around and searched for the better fabric from the store we were in. It took me a long time, and it cost so much more that at Joanne’s. That must be the difference, it is better fabric, cus it costs so much more.

When mom and I left that store, she told me not to pay attention to those ladies. They don’t know everything, and not everyone can afford to pay that much money for a yard of fabric. Just buy fabric from where you want, at the cost you can afford. As long as there isn’t anything wrong with it, its good. Those ladies comments stayed with me for the longest time. I now call them quilting snobs. I try not to be a quilting snob.

So as time went on, mom and I were quilting partners. If there was a new quilt we wanted to make, we would buy a book and learn together how to make it. Sometimes, we would only make one version of the new quilt, due to the difficulty of the project. Neither of us ever took a class, we just read instructions over and over and made a lot of mistakes. It turned the when I would go to mms to work on something, she would sew, and I would iron. I would work on my own projects at home at the same time. I loved working with mom though. It was such a special time for me. In all my life, it took this long to finally get one on one time with my mom.

I treasure that time with her. Of all the things taught to my by my mom and dad, quilting was the best. I have been able to pass this talent on to my friend, and she loves it also. I did the same thing with her that my mom did with me. If you want a quilt for your grandkids, I will show you how to make one. This allowed us to become closer friends, and I treasure that as well. I knew this would be along one, it is my favorite one so far.

Am i the last to notice you can now import your pics from facebook to here. and all the comments zi posted on them on facebook came with them. I cant get the multiply downloader to work for me, so this is great. and it only took a minute or two.

montery day three, going home

the aquarium

Alex and Andy, my two number one sons

Montery Day 1

We have a new favorite place

We got up and left wednesday morning around 8:30 and arrived at out destination around 10:30. Check in time wasn't till 3 in the afternoon, but what could it hurt to ask or even tell them we were here and could we at least park the car. Well, guess what? Our room was ready and we could have the keys. all we had to do was carefully back up and pull down ito the parking area. the lady at erh desk gave us direction to the main street where we could find the restaurants, aquarium, beach, and general fun zone. we parked the car, loaded up the room with our stuff and headed off for our first day in Monterey.

it seems the weather is nice for us most of the time. this was no exception. I brought a light jacket and John didn't wear anything over his shirt. i was worried about him being cold, but hey, he is a big boy and can make his own decisions. We found out very soon it was easy to find everything we wanted. and that would be good food, a bar, the beach, another bar and that wine tasting place we saw online. and some more food. They were sampling clam chowder on cannery Rowe. We didn't expect that! and they have some really good chowder.

we ended up going to a wine tasting room John found on line. they had a flight they were sampling for ten dollars for 6. there were about ten or twelve wines to choose from and you could have 6 of what ever you want. we each had a flight, but I think the guy gave us more than six tastes. we quickly found out the wine there is much milder than the wine here. I was expecting the wine to be sorta similar, but it really wasn't. the merlot was closer to a mild zin and the zin was actually very light. the grapes there grow in a much cooler climate, so the flavors they release are very different.  still very good though. in the end, john had a glass of merlot and I had a glass of this really delish port that the owner of the place makes called pot belly. you can only buy it there, so the next day, we went back and bought a bottle and a little pirate guy that hold the port glasses.

For lunch we went to a place down the street that had really good chowder and i had mine in a bread bowl. as far as I'm concerned, if your gonna eat good chowder, eat it in a bread bowl. John had something i cant remember the name of it. I know what it is, I just cant remember the name right now. its squid, but that isn't what its called when its not fish bait. I could never get myself to taste it, but i did that day. it really wasn't bad, but i don't know if i would actually it.

I don't want this to get too long, cus even I get bored reading my stuff when it gets too long. I'm gonna go finish loading my pics and then I will be back. see ya then.

 

Montery, day one

What a pretty good weekend i had

This is my second to the last free weekend. next weekend will be my last days of time off till I get my next batch of vacation time in january. I am really trying to make the most of my time off. I am feeling really good, surprisingly. I thought that it would take a while to get back to feeling good, but I'm am good now. Every once in a while I get a pain in my side, but it doesn't stay around for very long. Just long enough for me to say ouch and touch my side near the hurty spot. then, its gone. Just like that. I am happy for that.

I have been walking every day this week. Before the surgery, I was walking four times around the park around the corner. the last day I walked, I did five times around. Its a really big park, so five times takes a while. i did five times around today again, and it took an hour to get back to my house. My legs were tired when I was done, but it felt really good. I could feel the muscles wanting to work like that. It is a strange kind of feel good hurt. I am going to keep up the five times around. One day, my legs will be toned again.

Anyway, what happened this weekend. Friday there was a meeting for the vfw and ladies auxiliary. Two weeks before, I finally signed up for the LA. I really didn't want to, but to stop the battle to get me to do it, I signed up. So friday, i had to take the raised hand swearing in to the ladies Auxiliary. So i sat through this meeting, and guess what, by the end of the meeting, I was Historian and chairman of cancer projects. What the hell. I take pictures of everything anyway. But the ladies only want me to take pics of them. i told them no, I will take pics of what I want, and include you. for the cancer thing i only have to send in the reports that other people do to support cancer. i can deal with that.

Then, on saturday, there was a clean up day at the post. the building had to be cleaned and swept before the inspector came, so a bunch of us went out there and did what had to be done. it only took two hours, then they made us lunch. I was so hungry, I couldn't believe how hungry I was. i ate two hamburgers. Its not like they were huge, I was just really hungry. My appetite has shrunk these last few weeks, so the whole two hamburger thing surprised me. We went home shortly after lunch, it was getting too hot to sit out there int he sun.

When we got home, it was still early enough so i went to donate blood. I got down there, filled out al the paperwork and shortly after, they called me to make sure I was able to donate. They take a small sample from your finger and drop it in some green stuff to see if it will sink. My blood didn't sink fast enough, so she did a second test on me. I failed. I failed a blood donating test and they sent me home. I have never had that happen. she asked if I had been eating much meat, and aside from the two hamburgers earlier, no, not really. I will have to remember to eat good before I donate next time.

and finally today was a very good day. We had planned on cleaning out Alex's car so it will be ready for us to take to Monterrey this week. it has a sun roof and is a really cool car. so while John was doing that, I went into the sewing room and made some purses to sell at the chile cook-off. They are really cute, and i think they will sell for 10.00. when I ran out of supplies for the purses, i pulled out my glue gun. I have been saving the corks from the wine we drink. How embarrassing. You would not believe how many corks we have. anyway, I have had this project to make a cork wreath with all the wine corks. I ran out of glue sticks before I ran out of corks or space. I will decorate it with plastic grapes and take a picture of it when it is done. i have no idea what i will do with it when i am done. maybe I will give it to someone else that drinks wine. we will see.

OK, that is what I have been doing this weekend. I have an appointment with my day spa in the morning. it will take all day. I CANT WAIT. I LOVE THE DAY SPA. ok, see ya all in Monterrey probably.

11. Tell about the "Tooth Fairy" and other personages you remember

We didn’t have a whole lot of money when I was a kid. Remember the kid count up above so no tooth fairy that I recall when I was a kid. Santa was living in the same situation as the tooth fairy, in my imagination. Since I wasn’t getting the treats from these characters, I stored them away for future use.

When my son Andy was born and started to grow up I learned something about him. Bless his little heart, he believed everything I told him. Everything folks! So when he was around 8 years old it was Easter time. I had gone out and built him an Easter Basket and filled it with all kinds of goodies. I loved doing this for my kids, and as the years went by, I had more fun.

So finally, the night before the big Easter egg hunt, we were sitting in the kitchen. We lived out in the country, so there weren’t any surrounding lights to keep the outside lit. When we looked outside, it was freaking dark. We were sitting in the kitchen and talking about the Easter bunny. We told Andy he was outside hiding eggs for him right as we spoke. Andy started to turn around to try and catch a glimps of the big rabbit, but we stopped him. “Don’t look Andy, he will run away” we told him that and he believed me. We went on to tell him all kinds of stuff about the Easter bunny and he sat there wide eyed sucking it all in.

The next day, he went out and found all the eggs the big bunny had hid for him and ate all the candy in his basket. I loved him so much at that age. He would make me giggle at the funniest things.

10. Tell about "hand-me-downs" you received or gave.

(these are kinda long so iam putting them in my blog spot instead of notes now)

I am number eleven of twelve children. Ten girls and two boys. Knowing that, guess how many new clothes I got. Once a year, we all got new school clothes at the beginning of the year. After that, they were changing hands all over the place. The thing is, I was built a bit different from my sisters. They were tall and thin, where I was short and stocky. Some would say heavy. I don’t know, but I was never thin. Never. Many times mom would bring clothes home, and say someone from work gave them to her. Their kids grew out of them. I wonder if she went to good will and just made up that story so we wouldn’t get embarrassed. Hmm, I just thought of that thought. Anyway, we would go through these clothes and find something that would fit us. I always had to have boy clothes. They were the only pants that would fit me. A lot of times, I would get the pants my big brother grew out of. If they fit me around the waist, but were too long, my mom would hem them. All my pants had to be hemmed. My legs were too short for the pants right out of the store. The girl clothes were always too small. I wanted girl pants so bad. For the longest time, I thought I had to go to the boys section of the store to find pants. I was always so embarrassed to buy jeans in a store. Now I just hate shopping. I am beginning to understand why here. Heyyyy, is this really a way to get over our personal issues?

VFW memory Quilt and raffle quilt at the end

This is some more pics of the memory quilt I made to give to the members of Post 3199 VFW in Modesto. They dont know that I did this.I am so very proud of this quilt. I put a sleeve on the top back to make it a wall hanging. the last pics are of the quilt I made to raffle off at the chili cook off on september 12.

9. Describe getting a Christmas tree with your family as a child. Tell when and how it was decorated. When we were kids the first Christmas tree I remember having was one of those silver ones, the kind that you always had the color wheel with. We had that tree for years. Then one year, my mom met my dad, who by the way was my step dad, but the only dad I ever knew, so I refer to him as my dad. He deserves his own blog really. If I find something in this list that asks about a relative, I will write about him. So, that actually takes me back to the tree thing. When mom met Jerry, is when we got our first real tree. The first time I remember going to get it, we all piled into the car, Cus that is what we had to do. Actually, I don’t remember if this was the first time, or just one time that I remember. Anyway, Jerry drove way up into the mountains. He knew all these really great places for almost everything. No surprise, he knew a really great place to get a real tree. Way up in the mountains, off the side of the road, we got out of the car and started walking. We walked for a while until he said if you see one you like, say something and we will cut that one down. We had never done anything like this before, and it was fun finding a real tree in the wild. It wasn’t a tree “farm”. It was our first wild tree. We looked and looked and finally found one. I really don’t remember exactly who cut the tree down, but it was cut Im sure with a saw that only had one handle. My brothers probably took turns sawing. We dragged it back to the car and it was tied to the top of the car. At that time, it was common to see people drive around with trees tied to the top of their cars up there. Actually, I think the tree we cut down may have been cut in an illegal area, I don’t know, but that was the funnest tree cutting that I remember.

Post 3199, VFW memory quilt

 

 

    

 

 

This is a memory quilt i have been working on since around memorial day. I collected pictures from some that I have taken, some that were sent to me, and some that I scanned from old VFW pictures that came from the past Commander of the post. I also took some of the blocks to a meeting, and asked that the members sign them. I asked them to put their dates of service, rank when leaving, anything else they wanted. I had twenty of these blocks. I ended up putting them on or near the outside of the quilt. If there was room on the signed blocks, I tried to put a picture of the person that signed them. If there wasnt room, I put the picture somewhere near the signed block.

My friend found a t shirt place around the corner that would put my pictures on on transfers for me. I could have done it at home, but it would have cost  mint in printer ink and transfer papers. I used almost all the pics I had her print.

I am going to give it to them when the hall is finally complete and open again. This is one I am very proud of.

changing the subject

I can only stand one day of having something political on my page. so this is going to change that subject. kinda. I have another problem that maybe I am seeing wrong when i see the commercials on tv. you tell me. nicely

Have you all seen those adds for those places that can get your tax debt reduced to pennies on the dollar? or even your credit card debt cleared out? Does this seem a little wrong to anyone else? I asked john the other day, how does someone get $14,000.00 in back taxes to the government. I know I have to pay taxes out of my check every week. Well, John told me they may be small business owners and couldnt keep up with the taxes. ok. i get that. BUT, then they go on tv and brag that they got that huge tax bill reduced to 6 cents on the dollar. or its erased completley. what the hell? and the credit card people say the same thing. then, we hear some voice say something to the point of, and their credit is still in tact. its just not right.

I know it isnt that easy, and these people had to probably give up their last born child to get these beneifts, but when most people are doing everything they can to keep up with their payments, then these people pop up with happy faces saying , "I got my debt erased"! its jsut wrong. thats all.

Do you know anyone that has had their debt erased in this way. just wondering.

We are going to Montery

Start:	Aug 19, '09
End:	Aug 21, '09

John and i are going to Montery to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary. I have wanted to go there for so long, and John just wouldnt go there. He always wanted to go north. I finally told him we aint goin anywhere till we go to Montery. I wanna see the Aquarium. I finally got my way. And we are staying at a great little place called the Victorian Inn. Lisa does the Hapy dance and sings "Im so excited"

8. Tell about going to the County Fair or the amusement park when you were a child. When we were kids we went on a trip to Disneyland. We also went to Knott’s Berry farm, that is another amusement park that was near Disneyland at the time. We got to walk around the park by ourselves and have a little freedom. My big sister and myself went into this store and saw some things we wanted. We had money I think, I don’t remember, but we ended up stealing something from there. We didn’t get caught by the store people, but our parents saw us. I don’t really know if they saw us steal that thing. It an incense burner that looked like a monkey or something. We found that out later. At the end of the trip, our parents went on to Mexico, and we got to take a plane back home. It was our first time going to Disneyland, Knotts Berry Farm, and flying on a plane.

I wrote to my congressman

and also to president obama. I don't normally write to elected officials, and I have never written to the president. But I am really upset about this health care issue. John and I both are. This is one of those very rare occasions where i post political feelings and emotions on here. But i have to get this off my mind. i know a lot of you agree with obama, I just don't. never have. I am not writing to start an argument. just posting my view on this issue.

I am fortunate enough to have a really good option at work for health care. I pay for it. but it covers both John and myself. when the kids were home, it covered him. and it is reasonably priced. We are fortunate, and I know it. I do not agree with what the president wants to do with our health care plan. or should I say, his health care plan. I am so scared that if this goes through, we will soon have  the same type of care they have in the UK and Canada. From what I hear, it isn't so great there. it may be free, but its not good. I couldn't imagine waiting six or seven months to have a procedure done. having to have a government official decide whether i can even have something done.

we have heard, that if you have your own insurance, you don't have to use the government plan. I just don't trust that. they are putting too much behind this for it to be that simple. it is being pushed too hard by congress and the president for it to be that simple. I worry that if this goes through, we will eventually loose our freedom to choose our our health care provider, our own doctor, our own procedures we may want or need to have done.

So yes, I wrote to my congressman and to the president. I was very straight and to the point with both of them. I told them my feelings on health care and hoped they would stop this bill. If it passes, I will become a savage supporter of anyone running against them.

I do agree something needs to happen to cover those that don't have health care. This issue needs to be addressed, not the entire nation. the government needs to take care of government issues.

i really do feel bad for those that don't have health care. and its not like people are turned away. everyone gets treated, even those that aren't supposed to be here. I am speaking of illegals. that is a huge issue in California. there is very large population of illegal people here, and covering I believe 150000, was built in to that plan. We already cover these people, and they aren't deported after treatment. Why cant they just figure something out to cover these people without touching those of us that can make our own decisions. this is very frustrating. hmmmmm, do I sound like I came from an angry mob. I don't think so. these are just my feelings in words on one issue that can effect each and every one of us in the form of our paychecks.

6. Did you ever keep a secret about someone? Are you still keeping it today? If I did keep a secret abut someone, I don’t remember it now. I don’t like being told secrets. 7. Tell about it if you can! I don’t have one to tell. And if I did have someone’s secret, I couldn’t break that trust.

a backwards written blog

and finally, here are the curtains I took down and washed. they look a lot better now. well, that is what I did the other day.  this morning I woke up at 6 am, so i got up, finished sewing the last side on the quilt, putting pictures on the memory quilt I am making, made a batch of cookies and took a walk for the first time since my surgery. and did all that by 9 am. then I came home and finished doing a few other things and bought the fabric for the back of both quilts. I got all the fabric for 2.22 a yard. I never find those sales, so when I do, i am sooo happy. it just feels good to find those sales.

other than that, things are good. I am still healing from the surgery. I called my friend that has already had the surgery, and asked her if what I was feeling was normal. she explained to me that even though thre are just three little cuts on my stomach, they did a lot. I feel like I have a broken rib, and didnt understand that. she told me they went in there and moved everything around, pinched, shoved and stired things up. I know this, but i forget when I hurt. sittin on the couch hurts, cus everything gets crunched up together when i sit down. yes, it will get better.

I also got three packeges packed up today and shipped out. I had been waiting to ship these thigns out, for some reason. OH yea, I didnt wantto drive last week. well, I finally got my mil's picture of alex sent out and some gifts we bought for the grand kids in texas. also the cookies for alex. well, i know this is the middle of the blog, but i started it on the last picture down. so i am ending it here. lol. but you can keep reading.

I think i am writing this from the bottom up. Im not so good at putting pictures in my blogs. I never really know whether to put the pic in first, then write around it, or write, then try and get the pic to be where i want it, which never works. anyway, here is the quilt I made for the vfw chili cook off raffle. I bought the fabric for the back today, and was able to get it on a really great sale. this looks like it was more work than it actually was. I hope they make some money on it. I used only fabric that I already have to make it.

 

the other day, I wrote that I got my nails done. Em wanted to see a pic of them. i tried to get a good shot of my new nails, and this is them. see, a natural pink and clear to coat. they are strong enough to not break every time i touch something. my own nails are so weak, they break real easy.

5. Did you ever have a graveyard or a haunted house experience? The house we lived in when we got married I’m sure had a pissed off spirit living in it. One night we were sitting there in the living room watching tv on the couch. The living room led straight into the kitchen with a wide opening, not a doorway at all. The refrigerator was right next to the divide between the living room and kitchen. I don’t remember what we were watching, but all of a sudden, a magnet that had been on the fridge for some time, just flew off and across into the living room. Also, on a few occasions, when we would take pictures, there would be what looked like smoke in the pictures. No one was smoking in the house on those occasions, because we had company. We didn’t smoke in the house if company was over and they didn’t smoke. I just decided the spirit wanted his picture taken also.

4. Did you ever have a favorite scary story while you were growing up? What was it about? One time our dad took us camping to this place called convict lake. I don’t know where it is. As we sat by the campfire that night, he told us about a bunch of convicts that escaped prison nearby. They tried to escape through the lake and all of them drowned. Their bodies were never recovered. (insert scary music here) So that night, as we were laying in our sleeping bags, our dad started throwing pebbles into the lake. Then he would make these strange sounds. Pretty soon, we were all running towards their sleeping bags, scared crapless of the convicts coming out of the water after us.

Im using my down time wisley....

I hit enter after I typed that and it sent it straight to publish. I have to remember not to do that. anyway, i volenteered to make a quilt for the chili cook off raffle. I did ask for help from the auxiliary members though. yesterday one of the ladies came over and helped me cut fabric for a few hours. My ribs started hurting and i couldnt work any more. then I took a pain pill and viola, I was back in working condition. I ended up getting most of the blocks done last night. I worked until 9, on and off. stop for a while, then go sew, stop again, then go sew some more. this morning i went in and started on it again and now i get to sew the blocks together and then the strips together and then the border. I will post a picture whe i get it done. I think I may want to make this again usng just a few colors. i think that would be really cool.

I also had John take down the curtains in the kitchen today so i could wash them. they were so nasty. they had been up for a few years and I hadnt washed them. latley though i have had more time to just look at things. (note to self, stop just looking at things).

My back was hurting earlier, so I stopped sewing again and went and got my nails done. I now we arent supposed to have them done, but i am not at work. they dont look like fakes either, cus they are still kinda short and a natural pink color with one coat of clear. I just love them like this, so i am keeping them.

Not much more to say that I can think of. If i think of anything else, I will jump back on here and tell you. Oh, remember the birds that nested here last year on our porch. well they set up another nest and are sitting on eggs again. the babies should show up within a week i think. we dont mind that nest, its fun to watch them.

Ok, that is really it. Im gonna go check out my facebook page. Found out my son andy thinks the poke option is just funny. I poked him from my cell phone last night to his cell. lol. ok, the pain killer is kicking in and Im rambling. see ya all later.

3. Describe how the ways of doing household chores was different when you were growing up than it is today. When I was growing up, I had brothers and sisters and we all had to share the chores. Each week we had a different room we had to clean. We had to mop the floor every day in the kitchen cus it was such a busy room and the floor got filthy. Now, I have a shark floor cleaner and I love it. I only had two boys, and sad to say, I never made them do much cleaning. They are both learning now to do that on their own.

2. Have you ever spent any time out of the USA? No I haven’t. I want to, but I have a few other things I need to so here in the states. Some day I plan on being a world traveler. I would also like to go on an eating vacation from state to state. Pinpoint places we want to eat at, and just go there.

Chakas sauce

For those of you wondering what chakas sauce is, this is it. it is the best sauce I have ever tasted out of a bottle. if you que a lot, it would be worth it to try. you wont regret it.

Tell about a star gazing experience. I have gazed at a few stars before. They were on TV, and I was at home, but I gazed away. We used to have a hot tub, a long, long time ago. We would sit in it at night and watch the stars in the sky for a while. Then the hot tub stopped heating up and we gave it away

John made tri tip

for dinner last night. he marinated it for 24 hours in Chakas sauce. we also had bbq'd corn with a mild mexican seasoning rubbed on it and baked beans. he qued a piece of bacon then chopped it up and put it in the beans to add to the flavor. as the tri tip ws q-ing, I could smell it all the way back in the sewing room. i had a project started and since i would just be sitting, I started working on it. the entire house smelled like heaven.

then, I finally got to eat. I was really enjoying my meal and was almost done when I started getting this mind numbing pain in my side. John asked me if I was ok and all I could muster was "It hurts". I ended up back in bed with a heating pad on my shoulder from gas that had made its way from my tummy area up there. my surgery area was burning. what the hell??????

Then John came in and told me they had told him to avoid spicey food. he felt so bad and was doing everythng he could to make me feel better. I didnt think it was spicey. I dont care for spicey. I think they should rephrase that and say avoid food with flavor. I had to take two pain killers to relax me enough to ignor the pain. Ok, I have learned my lesson. its soup from now on. i may add some rice, but no flavor. John felt so bad, but he didnt realise that would happen. it sure was good though.

i may blog some more of my strange experiences here. it helps me to remember if I write things down. and i can go back and recall if I try and forget. so that is my note for today. Im taking this day a little easier.

Oh those Hospital Drugs

make you dream really strange dreams. that is what I remember most. but let me start from the beginning. it was an uneventful day, but and interesting one.

we had to be at the hospital by 730 Monday morning. I went in my favorite purple jammies so i wouldnt have to change when i got home. I bought them at costco and they done have them any more. i wish i had bought acouple pair of those.

so we get there, check in and were shortly brought into the get ready for surgery room. (i cant remember the name). they had me change in that OH so sexy backless wrinkled gown and hooked me up to an IV. I was so thirsty and hungry, but I was kinda waiting for the IV cus i knew that would go away when the drip started. What is in that magic bag o liquid that drips into yor veins. Hunger and thirst goes away. I did have to pee three times before surgery though from the drip. When they finally finished having almost every available nurse in the building ask me the same questions over and over, they finally wheeled me into the surgery room.

they talked to me for a few seconds, and i ask them not to strap my arms down until I am asleep. that would give me panic attacks and i would still be scared when i woke up. they agreed not to scare me any more than they had to. then they put a mask over my face, told me it was oxygen. I was looking at the dots on the stainless steel ceiling of the surgery room when I blinked.  then i opened my eyes again and I was done. i was in the recovery room, Just like that! I had to ask the nurse if i was done. I hate this part also.

Whe i wake up from surgery, I tend to panic. I get very disoriented and cant focus. even with the oxygen mask on my face, I couldnt breath. the air in my throat stopped and I felt like I was suffocating. My face itched from the narcotics they gave me. when I tried to scratch my face, the nurse took my hand away and told me I woukld hurt myself If I tried to scratch my face. It was numb and i would know. she kept telling me to relax and breath. I finally was able to breath on my own and she took that wretched mask off.

lets fast forward to coming home. this is getting long. not a whole lot happened in recovery anyway. I just had to be able to keep down a few crackers and not womit it back up. did that. When we got home, i went straight to bed. I thought about going on line to say something, but then i fell asleep and that is how i was all day. and the dreams i had were funny. I know it was because of the good drug they give you in the hospital. When I would wake up on and off all day long, I would remember the dreams, cus they were so strange.

the only two that i do remember were so funny. One was that I had a baby in the hospital. I was carrying it around and talkin to people. I think i tossedit over to john one time also. the other dream that I remember was that I was talking to Jesus. In the flesh. just chatting. about niothing really. I dont remember what we talked about, but it was Jesus, not a look alike. he even had on his robes. I wish i knew what we talked about. 

other than that I just slept all day monday. its wednesday now and i am feeling much better. maybe it had somethng to do with the Jesus dream. Ok, I will end this long story now. hope your week is good. see ya all later

under thr knife

At 730 in the morning, I will be at the hospital for my gb surgery. I wrote a little thingy on facebook about this. I really cant wait for this to be over with. I am not one to get sick, or really have much go wrong with me, so this is all new to me. Im really curiuos about this. aI asked my doctor the other day, is there a smell when you cut someone open. nope is ht answere, unless it is infected. Im pretty sure my gb will come out pretty much the way it should.

I think Im a little apprehensive about this. If i could just have a glass of wine, I would say OH, I will sleep good tomorrow. lol

ok, thats it. I needed to get that off my chest. thank you for all your well wishes on facebook. see ya all later.