Sunday, December 30, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus
Editorial Page, New York Sun, 1897
We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, "If you see it in The Sun, it's so." Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a sceptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.
He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus? Thank God he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!!
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Michelle aka Pandora, my daughter's best friend got a new kitty,
who dosen't like to be kissed.
Here is Suzu, I think it means friend or companion in Japanese.
Monday, December 03, 2007
This poem was written by a military officer serving in Iraq. Please feel free to share with others, lest we forget.
A Different Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night.
So that your family can sleep without fright.
It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers"
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. Service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.
Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe.
Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum, Iraq
Saturday, November 24, 2007
I just logged onto the Nanowrimo websight and this was what was waiting for me!
So it's official.
Our word-counting robots have analyzed your November novel, and they've delivered their final, binding assessment: Winner.
You did it! You did it! You did it!
This was, without a doubt, one of the hardest years on record for NaNoWriMo participants. At some point in the literary marathon, most of your fellow writers fell by the wayside. They lost their books to work, to family, to school, and to the hundreds of other distractions and interruptions that tend to shutter creative undertakings like NaNoWriMo.
But not you. Not this year.
This November, you set out with the ridiculously ambitious goal of bringing an entire world into existence in just 30 days. When the going got tough, you got writing. Now you're one of the few souls who can look back on 2007 as the year you were brave enough to enter the world's largest writing contest, and disciplined enough to emerge a winner.
We salute your imagination and perseverance. The question we ask you now is this: If you were able to write a not-horrible novel in 30 days, what else can you do? The book you wrote this month is just the beginning.
From here on out, the sky's the limit.
We wish you well on your many upcoming adventures, and hope to see you for Script Frenzy in April, and again for NaNoWriMo next November.
Before you go, though, we have some NaNoWriMo Winner gifts for you.
The first are a couple of winner's icons, meant to be posted on a website or blog.
Since your achievement should be proclaimed far beyond the internet realm, we've also created a special Winners Certificate for you to print out and hang anywhere novelist groupies tend to gather. After downloading from our site and printing it out, you'll just need to grab your favorite calligraphy pen or re-run it through your printer to customize it with your name and the title of your new novel.
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On behalf of everyone here at NaNoWriMo headquarters, I offer you my congratulations.
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Tuesday, November 20, 2007
NaNoWriMo Progress for Lady Jan
Current word count: 45239 (90.48 %) with 11 days left, with current pace, expected to finish in 4 days.
Assuming that the aim is to finish NaNoWriMo in a fixed length of time, rather than sprinting for the finish line, the expected values in this column are the amount of words needed per day to get there. The values are adjusted up or down depending on how things are going, compensating for good and bad days of progress.
These are values that fall outside of the statistical range representing 95% of the population. Simply put, they're the truly exceptional days where the wordcount got a rocket boost, or things truly sucked!
Okay, I guess I'm going to make it after all.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
There be a jousting
And an Scottish Knight
A white knight on his charger
But the poor Black knight was unhorsed and that unfortunately ended the revelry.
When will this be over bored
We saw a red headed juggler/magician/joke teller from New Zealand
Named Lord Rusty of Rusty balls
(I kid you not)
most of his humor was ribald humor
And most of his trick weren't really worth mentioning, but he could juggle.
Good morrow my Lords and Ladies,
I hope you enjoyed our trip,
God save the king
I passed the 29,000 word mark on the Nanowrimo challenge.
Friday, November 09, 2007
I finally convinced my daughter and her friend Michelle aka Pandora to write it up for me.
Actually Michelle took it over so I have to give the credit to her.
So then next time your teen says something you'll know what they said, and s/he wont roll their eyes at you and say mom/dad your so out of it.
Labels (to describe a person)
Gay- stupid, retarded, fruity (guys swishing their hips, wearing girly clothes) or just weird.
Can also be used to describe something mean (“my dad took away my cell phone” “That is so gay!”)
Emo- overly emotional, cries a lot, whiner, cutter. Listens to a lot of Screamo
Goth – Dark, (SOMETIMES) depressed, vampiric, cutter. Listens to Hard Rock.
Prep- BLONDES! Says “like” too much, Barbie girl, Hollister Whore
Poser- only says or does something cause everyone else is doing it, not because they care about it.
Scene kid- “pretends to be punk” when in reality punk = originality and
scene kid = everyone has same haircut, same style of clothing, and same mentality. Listens to alternative rock, “punk rock”.
Punk- original, wild styles of clothing/hair, doesn’t stay put in one label (always is different) Listens to anything.
Skater- self explanatory! Spends all their time skating (skateboard, roller skating) tends to dress like a scene kid, in fact most scene kids are skaters at heart.
Nerd- fashion impaired! (aka tucks pants into socks)
Geek- technology freak. Big difference from a nerd, as most geeks tend to be okay.
Hollister Whore- Trend follower. Tends to hang out with preps, if they aren’t a prep themselves. Shops at Hollister, American Eagle Outfitters, Abercrombie and Fitch, ect.
Labels (to describe a thing)
Screamo- Pretty self-explanatory. A lot of screaming about pain and misery and oh-im-so-sad-ill-just-kill-myself
Alternative Rock- Uhmm… hard to explain. Soft rock, I guess. Fall out Boy. Pretty acceptable in all groups.
Punk Rock- SCENE KID MUSIC! PRETEND WANNA-BE PUNK MUSIC! STAY AWAAAAAAAAAAY!
Hard Rock- Very loud. Lamb of God. The Used.. Ect
“Dude, don’t touch the threads.” = Don’t. Touch. My. Clothes.
Compliments of Michelle Walker
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Friday, November 02, 2007
But in my case I would ask her to do my housework, and pick-up my daughter and husband from work and school.
I've already cracked my first 1,000 words so I'm off to a good start. I'm doing a prequil to my book length manuscript I started last year.
Wish me luck!
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
I wanted to post this yesterday but we had an electrical storm come through our area, and I didn’t want some freak bolt of lightning burning out my computer.
Yesterday was my husband’s birthday, but after the last twenty-seven years of marriage I have learned not to buy him a present.
He's such a big kid.
See this is why in my profile I said; I'm raising a daughter and a husband.
My daughter is sick and I have been at the doctor’s for the last two days.
Yesterday her regular doctor was gone on a doctor’s conference, and we had a substitute doctor who I’m sure is a fine doctor, but he just doesn’t know us. I don’t believe in going to the doctor for every little sniffle, and I only go in when my daughter has a cold that she isn’t getting over or an infection of some kind.
This new doctor said, “[that he] wasn’t convinced, after looking at an x-ray [of my daughter’s skull, that he ordered and the sinus swab], that she had a sinus infection.” So he recommended a sinus saline wash, and for her to wash out her sinuses twice a day morning and night, and then use the nasal spray he prescribed.
Okay, the thing about severely swollen sinuses is that what goes in doesn’t necessarily come out. Ouch!
My daughter moaned in her sleep all night long from the sinus pressure, even though I did give her Tylenol for the pain as per the doctor’s recommendation.
I took her to school even though she didn’t really feel like going, because she had already missed three days last week, and the doctor thought she wasn’t ill enough to stay home.
At ten this morning I got a call; “Mom, come and get me. I feel terrible.”
I found her in the school nurse’s office, and the nurse told me, “Your daughter has a sinus infection you need to take her to the doctor.”
I felt like saying "duh, like I don't know that? Come with me and convince that (new) doctor about it!" But I didn't, but I may have rolled my eyes.
But I did tell her what happened the day before, and she told me to “take her back again today and insist (who me) that he proscribed her a antibiotic.” She even gave me a note to take to the doctor that described her symptoms and that she thought that it was the signs of a sinus infection.
I was glad to get it and her excuse for my daughter to miss the rest of the day at school.
I went back to the doctor’s office and got in right away yesterday it was a one hour wait. Yesterday I was at the doctor’s office all together with the swab then waiting for the x-ray, and then the doctor to talk to me again--for three and half hours.
That’s three and half hours of my life that I will never see again.
When we got in the exam room; in walked my daughter’s doctor Dr. Naz, he has been my daughter’s doctor since she was born. He was actually the second person to hold her after her birth.
I was so glad to see him I could have hugged him.
I told Dr. Naz what happened, and showed him the note from the school nurse. He examined her and proscribed an antibiotic and a cough medicine that has an antihistamine in it. The antihistamine will reduce the swelling in her poor sinises.
I tried to fill the prescription right away, but our insurance last year made us switch from Wal-mart where we had been going for years to Long's drugs. Because of some new supposable cheaper deal at Long’s.
The only thing was I forgot.
I had only filled one prescription for Sarah last year for an ear infection, and I just didn’t remember the switch. So we had to get back in the car and go to the other store. Luckily it didn’t take too long, and I had my daughter to take a nap as soon as I gave her the new medicine.
My poor baby girl went right to sleep.
After seeing her doctor today I think she’ll be all right.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
And the end of Graveyard shift!
At last my husband has been switched to day shift, and he has been home at night for the last week. But he is still adjusting to sleeping during the night.
Usually he goes to bed early like 7 or 8:00 pm, and gets up real early like 4 or 5:00 am.
That's too early for me!
And I am still a night owl even though I have my hubby to curl up with again, and then I sleep late in the morning when I can.
So that means our sleep patterns don't mesh.
And accourding to my husband I am having nightmares too?
I don't recall any?
The other morning, our coversation went something like this;
"Honey, wake-up your having a nightmare."
"You're having a nightmare."
"Hmm? I am?"
"Yes, you've been having one every night this week."
"Hmm? I have?"
"Yes, you're moaning in your sleep. I've been rubbing your back and then put an arm around you, and you stop and go back to sleep."
"Oh, okay," I told him, and then I went back to sleep.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Something else I'm active in.
I am thrilled to tell you that Gov. Schwarzenegger signed into law our
Toxic Toys Bill over the weekend!
Thank you for your help in making California the first state in the
country to ban the use of chemicals called phthalates from children's
We applaud Gov. Schwarzenegger, Senate President Perata, Speaker
Núñez, and Assembly Member Ma for standing up to the powerful chemical
industry and passing legislation to protect our kids from chemicals in the
For more information on phthalates (pronounced "tha-lates"), click
To read our press release, click here:
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P.S. Thanks again for your support. Please feel free to share this
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Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Hmm, I like that word. I may use that in the future.
What we really need is a word for a male whore.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Well I got a theory about that, and please tell me if you have heard this one before;
When the dryer spins it creates a vortex, and as it continues to spin it creates static electricity, and that opens up a small black hole or worm hole in the back of the dryer; just large enough to suck down one sock.
It's either that or socks are actually sentient;
"Psst, hey I'm tired of being on people's stinky feet, so I'm making a break for it. Do you see that shirt there? As soon as I got enough static cling I'm out of here!"
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Tap, tap-tap, tap.The tapping noise sort of sounded familiar.
Tap, tap-tap, tap.
I tried to place it; I thought that it might be a big mean bug running it's stupid little head into the wall over and over again, or then again it could be a mouse in high heels (maybe the kind of heels that Barbie wears?) strutting it's stuff through my house.
Tap, tap-tap, tap.
Or maybe just maybe; and worse of all a rat got one paw in a sticky trap and the goo is still on it little foot, and it sticking to the floor as it walks?
Tap, tap-tap, tap.
The tapping noise got closer and closer.
Tap, tap-tap, tap.
I heard it in the bathroom.
Tap, tap-tap, tap.
Then I heard it enter my room.
Tap, tap-tap, tap.
The tapping noise continued as I lay cringed under my blankets as it circled my bed.
Tap, tap-tap, tap.
Then I heard it go back out again.
Tap, tap-tap, tap.The tapping slowly diminished and at last it was quiet.
And then as I lay there I thought; what the hell was that?
Then I finally fell asleep at three or so in the morning.
The next day I went into the bathroom, and saw a medium sized moth climb out of a box. It was fluttering it wings like it couldn't believe it was awake.
I said "You!"
"It was you that kept me awake last night!"
Then I squished it!
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Because of that I can't sleep at night.
Who knew I needed someone to take too much of the bed, steal the covers (this time of the year it's the sheet), and snore in my ear so that I can get some mush needed rest at night?
When I do lay there willing sleep to come I start at every little noise, or when I finally drift off I'm woken up by a thump on the front porch, or rustle in my bedroom, and one time my cell wanted attention and made that odd noise like a bloop or a bleep--that says "hey stupid, recharge me now!"
The worst was the other night; I had just dozed off when right in my ear was a whine of a mosquito--dang it!
I slapped at it and my head until my head rang like a school yard bell.
And I swear that darn little sucker gave a high pitched giggled, as it flew off.
Monday, September 03, 2007
but in the moments that take your breath away.
Here's a moment that took my breath away.
I couldn't post for most of last week because we were having an electrical storm for three days or so.
I even had to turn off the computer so a lightening strike wouldn't fry it.
I went to bed one night and opened the window curtains so I could see the light show that mother nature was putting on. Then I thought it was over and I was disappointed.
"It figures" I said out loud "just when I wanted to watch and it has to be over." So I closed my eyes, and lay down my weary head.
And just then I heard a loud crack, and when I looked there was another even louder crack!
And it looked like two slightly canted eyes were looking back at me. I think it was two edges of lightening coming at me, how they didn't come though the open window and get me I haven't a clue.
Then kaboom! The house was surrounded by flashing light.
Then the windows on the entire house rattled, and I noticed that the hairs on my arms were all standing up.
And my daughter slept through the entire thing--noise and all!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
My daughter broke-up with her boyfriend.
She didn't like him holding her hand, and just barely tolerated him putting an arm around her, and she never ever let him kiss her--not once.
Then I over heard her tell him to stop calling her during the week.
Oh dear, I thought.
I asked her "don't you even like him?"
"I didn't realize he was a nerd," she said. "I don't like nerds."
"Some of my best friends in school were nerds," I told her. "Their smart and sweet, and fun to talk to."
"Yeah, but he has all the series of star trek memorised--he is such a nerd."
"But he is nice," I said. "And very nice for a first boyfriend."
"He is too nice. He apologized for everything, even stuff that isn't even his fault."
"God yes. But he is very accepting, and I think he would be perfect for one of my other friends just not me."
"Well," I told her, "I know you two have a busy weekend planned with the anime convention in Fresno. Tell you what; go ahead and go, and see how you feel about him, and if you still feel this way about him them you need to break-up with him. I can tell he is really likes you a lot, and it's better to break-up with him before he gets too close to you, so you don't break his heart."
My daughter went to the anime convention, and it was a two day event, and Chris bought her a pass for both days. He took her (his Mom actually drove) Saturday, and my husband and I took her and a couple of friends on Sunday and they met up there.
My daughter did the what they call cos-play; that's costume dressed as an anime character. My daughter on the first day was a boy fox from inuyashi the little boy one. Then on the second day she was Hauku from another show.
Chris her boyfriend didn't dress up.
Sarah had a great time, and got involved with some of the actives there, and stayed in character the whole time.
But by Monday when she went back to school she knew she was going to break-up with Chris. She said "the last straw was when he got ass-ey with her friends."
Then today she gave him the lets be friends speech.
He said "I knew this was coming."
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I told her many years ago when she was sixteen that she could date, and July 26th my daughter turned sixteen, and right on sequel a young man turned up.
He did the right thing; at the birthday party (for my daughter) he made it a point to get to know my husband and myself. We found out he love science fiction movies as well as Japanese anime, He also gave to my daughter two gift certificates for a movie at Edwards theater in Fresno.
Later my daughter asked me "do you think he wanted to go with me?" I told her "he probably did." But the problem was she had already made plans to go with another friend (girlfriend). She did called him to see of he'd like to come too, but he was out of town.
He called her as soon as he came back home and asked if she would like to go to the Simpson's movie, so they did go to that together with another set of friends. Double date, yea. I told her the way you can tell it's a date is when he pays.
My daughter ended up paying for everyone. Oh well at least it was the matinee.
Then for the next week it was the endless call that went on for hours, by the time I finaly got my phone line back so I could post on my blog, it was so late, and I was so tired myself I just went to bed.
I spoke to his mom and she was even confused too, were they a couple? Boyfriend girlfriend or what?
Then my daughter was invited to a meal out, and she got to met the parents and the grandparents, she told me it made her real nervous. I told her that would make anybody nervous.
But afterwards; she must has passed mustard because he asked her to be his girlfriend.
She said yes.
He has been a gentlemen this whole time, and I've gotten to know him as well his name is Chris he is Chinese, and I went to school with his father--small world eh?
Here's a cute story; when I was pregnant with Sarah I got a craving for Chinese food and my husband took me out to a new restaurant, it was ran by Chris's grandparents and his mom worked there too. I remember speaking to her and she said "oh your pregnant I just had a baby nine months ago," and of course that baby was Chris. Chris's dad came in later before we left and I got to say "hi" to him too.
But neither remember that happening, oh well.
Monday, August 06, 2007
The floor was rotten and my husband and daughter replaced the wood so the floor, so doesn't move when we walk on it, and it doesn't feel like we're gonna fall through the floor.
The only thing left is laying down the new tile, which my husband got a good start on.
So he's almost done.
The computer is working, and I am able to get on the Internet and post on my blog, or you won't be reading this, so something else is working again.
The only problem is that now my car is acting up.
My bad luck always runs in sets of threes;
#1. My computer.
#2. My bathroom floor, and toilet had to be replaced.
#3. My car is acting up.
Yes the terrible threes are at it again.
Friday, August 03, 2007
The computer would start but wouldn't load, and it kept requesting something or other to be done.
My husband did what ever it had requested thinking it would run right, but now our computer now thinks it brand new and all my programs, stories, manuscripts, and photos for the last three years are all poof gone!
The only good news is I did move my book length manuscript to my brand new lap top computer.
So my book is safe thank God.
But everything else is lost!
I couldn't even get on the Internet.
We're still trying to rectify the problem, but we're side tract; my husband is fixing the bathroom right now.
We live in a hundred year old house, and under the linoleum is wood, and wood rots when it gets wet we found out, especially an old leak like what we have had.
So my husband with some help from YGF boy friend big G have torn out the toilet and floor to replace the wood.
I, um, have no toilet right now.
But we do have a small camp sized port-i-potty.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
I just managed to get back on using my old server and address, in my computer Internet connections--so I'm back!
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
I threw it out pulling weeds out of my garden, and I have a helper that comes once a week to help keep the weeds and the mowing done, but there is just things I just got to do myself.
And that was my lower back, then I did some house work then that did my upper back in. That place right between the shoulder blades that when you take a deep breath you hurt, and when you reach out to grab something it hurts.
But that part is at least better, my husband was able to give me a massage and pushed it back in.
Let's hear it for my husbands golden hands! Er, that didn't sound naughty did it?
Then I got my monthly (a nice way of saying I got my period) and the out of place lower back didn't help my cramping, ew. Made it worse actually. So all I have been really doing is reading, with a hot pad on my back and taking Tylenol.
I haven't been posting because it's hard to sit in front of a computer when your back hurts.
So everyone who has been so nice to leave a comment I will get to you in a couple of days--I promise.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
I picked up my daughter today the last day of school year '06-'07, and I ended up dropping two of her friends off and picking two more up later. I had teenager all over the place today!
I thought the kids would be thrilled that it's the last day of school, but no, they walked out off the school compus like they were in a daze.
I asked Janae one of kids that I was taking home "wasn't she glad that school was over?"
and she said that "(she) was wondering was it really? (She) didn't feel like it was."
And she was a senior she and Arma are graduating tomorrow night.
Is our school system too hard now? That makes me wonder.
The year that I graduated was in 1979 (I guess that kinda dates me) When we finished on the last day of school we were so happy we cheered, we shouted, and we sang!
And this is the song we sang;
sung by Alice Cooper
Well we got no choice
All the girls and boys
Makin all that noise
'Cause they found new toys
Well we can't salute ya
Can't find a flag
If that don't suit ya
That's a drag
School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Well we got no class
And we got no principles
And we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes
School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Out for summer
Out till fall
We might not go back at all
School's out forever
School's out for summer
School's out with fever
School's out completely
Saturday, May 26, 2007
We took her to see Shrek 3, which wasn't as good as the first two. Then we went to round table pizza then to her house mom's home for cheese cake. Right now she is asleep in my daughter's room they are having a sleep over.
Unfortunately Arma will be living us soon, the last day of school is May 31, and she has her tickets to fly home to Indonesia on June 11th. And the really sucky thing is we'll probably never see her again!
Last week was my birthday, and my nephew Brian was on Tuesday he's 23, and my mom's is next week on the 29th and I'm not tell her age (but she was 21 when I was born--shhh).
Famous people born on this day in May:
1332 - Ibn Khaldun - Tunisian Muslim historiographer and historian
1759 - Wilhelm Friedrich Ernst Bach - German composer
1799 - Jacques Halévy - French composer
1819 - Julia Ward Howe - US abolitionist, social activist, and poet
1822 - Joachim Raff - German composer
1867 - Arnold Bennett - Novelist
1878 - Isadora Duncan - US dancer
1888 - Louis Durey - French composer
1894 - Dashiell Hammett - US writer
1894 - Louis-Ferdinand Destouches - French writer and physician
1902 - Peter Marshall - US (Scottish born) religious leader
1907 - Rachel Carson - Scientist
1911 - Hubert H. Humphrey - US Vice President
1911 - Vincent Price - US film actor
1912 - Sam Snead - US golfer
1912 - John Cheever - US novelist and short story writer
1913 - William Best - US composer
1915 - Herman Wouk - American author
1922 - Christopher Lee - English actor
1923 - Henry Kissinger - US (German-born) diplomat & scholar
1930 - John Barth - American novelist and short-story writer
1932 - Jeffrey Bernard - British journalist
1934 - Harlan Ellison - US writer
1939 - Don Williams - US country music singer and songwriter
1945 - Bruce Cockburn - Canadian singer/songwriter
And I share my birthday The 16th with Pierce Bosnan, Henry Ford, and Tracy Gold.
For anyone else born in May Happy birthday from Lady Jan~
Monday, May 21, 2007
I know I have been working realy hard on my book, but really how did I miss all these past few months?
Next week my daughter will only have three days, and Monday is a holiday--Memorial day.
My mom called this morning and told me she already put the flowers on the graves. I meant to go with her, and I missed that too?
Where did the time go?
And today something weird happened I thought I saw my old dog Mitzi.
I know it's impossible, but I saw her move out of her bed (that's not there anymore), and hurry across the floor like she use to do when it was time for me to take her out side.
I looked quickly over but there wasn't anything there. My heart beat hard and I kept looking around, and thought what was that?
I sure hope that sort of thing stops--it's making me jumpy.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
I'm a big girl now, on second thought forget I said that.
My day started like anyother I got up at six to take my husband and then my daughter to work and school. But I kept looking for Mitzi.
I forgot she not there anymore, and she doesn't need to let out, but I can't help it I keep wanting to check on her. I guess 20 years to take care of a dog you get into certain habits. But I miss her too.
Later in the day I went to pick up my daughter at school and the serpentine fan broke on my car.
Rattle, rattle, rattle.
Slap, slap, slap.
And then the smell of burning rubber and the steering got hard, and I thought please God just let me make it to the school parking lot.
I did but I had one hard right hand turn, and then one really difficult left hand turn, and finally I could just drive straight and park my car.
I called my parents on my cell phone thank God they were home and could help me. Then they came and got my daughter and myself then we picked up my husband.
My husband check on the belt, and I was right that was the problem. "See I told you," I told him, and "all this just had to happen right on my birthday didn't it?"
I thought if we can just get it fixed right away and cheaply, that will be present enough for me.
Thank fully my husband with surprisingly enough my daughter's help was able to fix it. My husband was having a hard time getting the darn belt on, while I held up the hood. So my daughter rolled up her sleeves actually got the belt on correctly.
I thanked my parents and gave my step-dad a big hug was coming to our rescue yet again, then we celebrated by going home and taking turns in the shower and getting the grease off ourselves.
Actually we did that then we went to IHOP for my birthday dinner.
I had a chicken sandwich that had grilled veggies in it, and I asked for half onion ring and half french fries. And I was told that they normally don't do that but since it was a slow night they could.
And it was yummy too!
At least one thing worked out on that day.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Mitzi Moodle dog born October 26, 1986 – May 15, 2007
My husband took Mitzi in at 4:15 today and had the vet put her to sleep. The euthanasia cost $52.00, that’s the cost for a pet less than thirty pounds.
At her best weight she weighted about 35 pounds at lest that is what the vet told me when I had her spaded, when she was five years old. Today I think she probably weighed less than 20, she was just that emaciated.
She had gotten to the point were she could eat anymore, I had tried can food but it just gave her diarrhea, so I switched to puppy food that had smaller easy to chew bites. But I think she knew the end was near, and didn’t have the drive to eat to fuel her body anymore.
When the time came it was more a release really she was so wasted, in pain, and confused, it was time to say good-bye.
Last night after my husband had took her out and forgot to bring her back in again while I was cooking dinner. She fell and couldn’t get up. She had been doing a lot here lately, she had no balance and no strength left. After dinner I noticed she wasn’t in her bed and looked for her. I found her on her side in the dirt where there was deep gashes on the ground next to her from were she tried to get up. And she was covered in pine needles and little stinging red ants. I brushed her off took her inside and gave her a bath for the last time.
For the last time I shampooed her using my own shampoo, for the last time I toweled her dry and used one of my good towels, for the last time I cleaned her ears and put ear powder in them, and for the last time I clipped her toe nails.
I told her I was doing all this so it would look like someone cared about her. Not because she wasn’t clean or her toe nails needed trimming, but because she was cared for.
I told her tomorrow she was going to a place where the dogs chase bunnies all day long and never get tired, and in the evening they get the best tummy rubs, and eat the best food and sleep in the best beds. And the next day they get to do it all over again.
It’s hard to say good-bye to a dog that you have had for twenty years.
I didn’t realize that she was that old! Not until we got out the paperwork and looked at it. Good God 20 years? Really, it’s been that long? She was a six-week-old puppy when we got her.
The things I’ll miss about Mitzi?
Sneaking her my pizza bread crust when my husband wasn’t looking.
Getting dog kisses on my toes when she want that crumb that was under my foot.
The way she always cleaned up the crumb mess whenever someone ate something (you’d think she was my doggie maid or something).
And how much she loved my nephew--that was her boy! She was always so happy when he’d come for a visit, and just about live on top of him the whole time he was here, with a very smug look on her face too.
I washed her bedding after my husband to her to the vet. I didn’t go I was a basket case and she was still here! My cat Pookie is sleeping on her old pillow and my husband buried her with her blanket.
Her bowls looked so sad setting in the sink after I washed them.
The last of her food that she could not eat anymore I threw away, and dumped out the water that she could not drink. At the last I had to pour water in her mouth to get her to drink.
It was time for her to go.
I didn’t realize that I would cry so much over that silly dog. But I am.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
My daughter told me that the stomach flu and the thing that I got has been going around at school. And a lot of her friends have been missing school because of it too.
My daughter missed a couple of days of school because she had a bad bought with seasonal allergy--hay fever.
Three cheers for Clariton! I don't know what I'd do with out the stuff.
Anyway I am feeling a bit better, so I may actually post something soon, and visit all my blog friends too.
Oh a bit of good news I have finished my book that I have been writing, and someone is interested in taking a look at it.
Wish me luck!
But first I have to get through the revision process.
Work work work.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Also another mylar balloon that caused another fire on March 9th.
Those mylar balloons are dangerous!
Yet ironically you can get a Fire truck mylar balloon.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Happy May day!
I'm a day late on this, because my daughter was hogging the phone line on her lap top computer, and doing her own stuff on the internet until late.
Great! Just just great!
I just hope they don't use the water down there!
I don't think I'll ever look at a Hersey's chocolate bar the same way again.
Monday, April 30, 2007
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
The box is gone," he said
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most was...my time"
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"
You mean the world to someone.
Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.
If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know how much you appreciate them.
Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective on life..for the better.
" Thanks for your time"
Friday, April 27, 2007
My husband was driving and there was this noise pow! Then flop flop flop, so of course we thought we had blown a tire.
My husband pulled into a parking lot as soon as he could find one, and we all four of us lay down on the dirty hard top and looked for a blown tire--there wasn't one!
So my husband tried to drive it home, and the flop flop noise got worse and it screeched and then it got hard to brake.
My husband turned into Edward's theater and called a tow truck, and we had it towed home. We knew it had to be on the left side of the car so my husband pulled of the front tire and everything was okay with that tire, so he pulled off the back right one and there was the problem the brakes had fallen off the drum.
We just got the car back from the shop today, it cost us $450.00 for both brakes. I just had both the brakes front and back done last year and it cost me total less than that! But they had to replace the brake drum too so I guess there was part of the cost?
I'm tired of hearing things blowing up, every time something goes ka-boom it cost us money!
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
I bought this from the Mariposa Museum.
There was two house in the back one was the Mariposa news paper and the other was this counter house with the pretty arch. My daughter and my husband are cutting up.
My daughter Sarah, and her friend Arma under the arch.
Granite cart for the stamping machine.
I found Gold! exclaimed my husband.
The Gold up close and personal, it turns out it's nothing more than a little gold paint.