Update 3/31

Well, Student #1 smacked the joker upside the head, so student #1 and the joker got suspended.

I bought a bicycle. Thats right. It is very cool. I hope I can stay on the thing. All my friends are telling me to buy a helmet. I guess they know me pretty well.

Mr. & Mrs. F are here from the south. I know they where having lots of drama before they got here.

Are you addicted to Farmville?

Have you become Farmville dependent? Here are some questions to ask yourself ...

1. Does you spouse call themselves a farmville widow?

2. Are you kids / significant other / animals begging for food?

3. Is your fish tank full of algae and you have 1 inch of water in the bowl and the fish is dead?

4. Are you sneaking on your kids farmville to send yourself something?

5. Do you check your farm on your cell phone /computer at work?

6. Are you calling your friends that live across the country to see if they will send you

something specific for your farm?

7. Have you altered or changed your vacation plans because your crop will be ready and you don't want it to wither?

8. While on vacation you check your farm.

9. Do you get on your wall and beg for items for your farm?

10. Do you get pissed off when people send you "free gifts" that have no value?

11. Do you secretly pull out your credit card and spend real money on farmville so you can buy that special something? Then you tell your friends, oh I would never use real money on farmville.

12. Do you feel bad that your friends have more eggs, gold, hearts, christmas presents then you do? Or do you do what ever you can to make sure you have more then your friends?

13. Have you ever been late for work because you are playing farmville?

14. Do you stay up all night playing farmville?

15. Do you put the kids to bed early so you can go play on your farm?

If you answered yes to 2 of these questions you are a farmville fiend. You need to get help my friend. :)

Strange

Just a few minutes ago I was sitting here writing on my blog in my "office". I love to look out my window and look at my little court yard. I can see the bird bath, I can hear the wind chimes, I smell the jasmine when it blooms. From where I sit, I can see the front gate leading to the front door. I can see out my window, but people cannot see in during the day.

Side note: I don't know if you remember this, but I have two dogs. 1 Rhodesian ridgeback mix, 1 pittbull mix. Most strangers and some of my friends are leery of my dogs. I would be too if I did not know them. I have to say my very sweet doggie the pitbull, is not to much of a barker. But he would be the first one to make a chew toy out of somebody. The ridgeback, no. But she loves to bark and pretend she is a bad ass.

Anyways, I was sitting here writing my blog when I see this person in pink spandex pants walk in my gate. She rang the door bell. The dogs go ballistic. So I go to the front screen door, and there stands this woman about 5'7, with black frizzy hair, black shirt and pink spandex pants.

She is trying to tell me something but the dogs are going crazy barking. Most strangers start to back up when they see the dogs. Not this lady. She puts her hand on my screen door knob. Now the dogs are in a frenzy. I say to the woman, what do you want? She said "my car is broken down two streets over, can you give me $2.00? All I can do is stare at her mouth. She has no teeth. What, I say. She says I need $2.00 to get some gas, my car is broken down two streets over. I do not have $2.00 I tell the woman with no teeth and pink spandex pants. Sorry, I say. I tell her to close the gate on the way out so the dogs don't get out -implying they might get out.

Ok she says and walks away.

So I call the cops and tell them about the meth head that just came to my door. The dispatcher says Did she have pink spandex pants on? Yes, how did you know. Apparently she had been making the rounds, around town today. I was not the first person to call. They said there was nothing they could do about strange people coming to my door. He said it was still good to call the police though. The dispatcher said he would send someone out to make sure she was not under the influence.

I wonder if that lady was the one who distracted Mr. & Mrs. Mc? Maybe she is part of the same group?

To MamaJane from My Dad

Here is a message to Mamajane from my dad.

You old house has foreclosed. You should move back and be my neighbor again.

From Dad

Mr. & Mrs. Mc

My sister in law's parents ( I will call the the Mc's) house got robbed today. It really gets me angry. Although the Mc's did not get physically hurt, they were still violated. Mrs. Mc is in her 80's. Mr. Mc is almost 90 years old. He is a Marine, a WW2 vet. Here is what happened.

Mr. & Mrs. Mc where outside looking at their vacant lot adjacent to their house. In the old days they used to plant big gardens. Mr. & Mrs. Mc were discussing getting the lot ready for spring. A lady walked up to them and started asking Mr. & Mrs. Mc about the lot and if they are planning on selling it. Mr. & Mrs. Mc engaged the woman in conversation.

While Mr. & Mrs. Mc were talking to the woman, two men were robbing the house. Mr. and Mrs. Mc became aware something was wrong when a car pulled up to pick up the woman, she jumped in the car with the two men and they sped away.

Let me just say Mr. Mc, being a Marine and almost 90 still could of kick some low life butt given the chance. It was just a few years ago he fell off a latter and broke his ankle. He did not want to bother anyone so he made a splint for himself out of two wooden rulers and duck tape. He walked around for a week with a broken ankle. One day my sister in law noticed the duck tape and rulers poking out of the shoe he was wearing. So she took him in to the hospital to get a cast. Mr. Mc preferred his method.

On the other hand Mrs. Mc is very fragile . This is going to be very hard on her. She will never feel safe again.

I am thankful that the bad people did not hurt Mr. & Mrs. Mc. All the same, I want to tell these people, I hope you rot in hell. I don't say that lightly. Spineless people that pick on old people and children make me sick. I do pray that they change their path so they don't have to rot in hell.

I got my Cool on

Phew, did I have a busy weekend. This is how it went.

Thursday, Party- fundraiser at the Caribou.

Friday, I went to a home business beauty "spa" thing. Corporate world women and me. They told tells of their houses with picture windows over looking the mountain, swimming pools, import sports cars and the "divorce diet."

Saturday Chuckie and I went to a quilt show, The quilting taliban seemed to be missing this year. Chuckie and I went out to lunch. I took her to Gun Point. We had mexican food. They have the best little mexican restaurant there called The Parrot. The food is fresh. I came home for a few hours and then picked up Blue Eyed Kay and we went to see Alice in Wonderland at the Imax in 3-d. Blue Eyed Kay and I went out to a chain Italian restaurant. To salty and boring, but that is what you get when you go to those types of restaurants.

This morning I got up, me and my gig a low went to church. We came home, and I went to coffee with Jeremiaha. I picked up a few things at the grocery store, went home and made dinner. My dad came over for dinner. We told my dad that he had to eat and run because we were going to go see GG-GP's band with Darrell Mansfield.

We drove up past the estuary, it took about a half and hour. The night club over looked a fake light house and the river. The night club calls it a "bay"view. I was happy that my gig a low and I were doing something together.

Darrell Mansfield was amazing. He talked about Jesus and played the blues on his harmonica. GG-GP had his cool sunglasses on and was playing his guitar. The music was great. I love the blues. My favorite songs tonight were crossroads and people get ready!

It was good to hang out with bikers in their colors, old people, twenty somethings and everything in-between. There was this crazy artiest guy. When the band would play he would get possessed buy the music and paint (it looked like slopping paint on a canvas, mostly blue and white.) Poor guy, everyone was laughing and pointing at him.

I could almost feel my swagger coming back. It was good to get my cool on! It has been a long time.

Hanky

My friend Cha-Cha brought up something on her blog. She says she is looking for an old fashion embroidered ladies hanky because she has a cold. I can remember her husband carrying a man hanky ( one of those white ones) before they started dating.

Growing up we always used a hanky. Do you remember a friend ever offering you their hankie when you needed to wipe your nose?

I suppose using a handkerchief is more earth friendly. I don't know if I could make the switch and go back to the old way. It just seems so gross.

Hanky is a fun word to say.

I have seen quilt blocks make out of fancy handkerchiefs. Some day I would like to try making a hanky quilt.

An Irish Prayer for St. Patrick's Day

Irish Prayer: May God give you for every storm, a rainbow, for every tear, a smile, for every care, a promise, and a blessing in each trial. For every problem life sends, A faithful friend to share, For every sigh, a sweet song, And an answer for each prayer. - Happy St. Patrick's Day !

Update 3/16

Is my job the only one that has SO much drama? I hope someone can tell me it is not like this every place you work.

The staff person who's in the class next door, the one who's house was broke into did not show up at work to day. I am going to name that person...Myer. Myer was "scared" according to the water cooler gossip. Student #1 did not show up either. The parent called to say student #1 call the cops on himself and 5150. So I guess student #1 spent the night in the psycho ward. You cannot believe anything the parent says, you cannot believe anything the student says.

We asked our principal are we going to let student #1 come back? Yes, why not was the reply.

On the shut up scale today I did poorly. I told Miss Sunshine to Shut Up. :) Malinda had it right when she said Miss Sunshine can dish it out, but she can take it too.

I have got to make a quilt, I have got to make a quilt. I am going to a quilt show on Saturday.

This was suppose to be a quilting blog. Instead it has turned into my daily life, that drastically changed when my dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.

I can say what I want and it is just between me and you ;) Its good therapy. That is the beauty of the blog is I can say what I want, not just think it.

No matter my mood, I know you are there. I get the stats. You read on despite the fact I have dyslexia, I don' t spell right or my sentence structure is wrong. Thank you for reading my blog.

Q & A with Myslef.

Today sucked.

I am so glad for my sweet friend. I went over to her house to decompress. She is truly a good friend and sister.

Q & A

1. What do I need to learn from my problems?

Keep my mouth shut at all times, don't stick up for what I believe in, even when I believe I am trying to do the right thing. Learn to go with the flow.

When I look at time as a whole, from the beginning of time to now, from now until the rest of my life, until the end of time when ever that is- How big are these problems? from that prospective small. Like a grain of sand. How big do my problems seem right now? Like a mountain.

2. Can I control the way people think or act? no. Will getting piss off and defensive help? no. What should I do? Keep my mouth shut. Let God be in control it always works out better that way.

3. What can I do to make myself feel better?

• Pray
• Read scriptures, write the scripture down
• Don't talk to anyone
• Hug my doggies
• Write on my blog
• Go to bed and hope for a better tomorrow.

The bible says you should never add or take anything away from it. So I will not change the wording when I write it down ( man, he, his, her, woman.) When I read the bible and it says Man, he or his, I think it is talking about all mankind. Not just men or women.

Proverbs

13:1 & 3

The wise woman builds her house, but with her own hands the foolish one tears hers down.

A fool's talk brings a rod to his back, but the lips of the wise protect them.

15: 1, 4, 17, 18, 32

A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.

The tongue that brings healing is a tree of life, but a deceitful tongue crushes the spirit.

Better a meal of vegetables where there is love, than a fattened calf with hatred.

A hot-tempered man stirs up dissension, but a patient man calms a quarrel.

He who ignores discipline despises himself, but whoever heeds correction gains understanding.

16: 9, 25, 28

In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps.

There is a way that seems right to a man, but in the end it leads to death.

A perverse man stirs up dissension, and a gossip separates close friends.

17: 27 & 28

A man of knowledge uses words with restraint, and a man of understanding is even-tempered.

Best one of the night

Even a fool is thought wise if he keeps silent, and discerning if he holds his tongue.

Gurtrude

Tonight I took my dad to a dinner we had at church. It so happened we sat next to this lady named Gertrude. She is about my dad's age. Let me tell you they hit it right off. I was very happy. Dad and Gertrude have many things in common. They both like the hills were my big brother lives, they both like the hills where mountain mama lives, they both like tools....

Gertrude was talking about a router. I said to Gertrude, good you can teach my dad about the internet. Gertrude said I don't know anything about the internet. OH you mean a router as in wood tool? Yes she said. I have a new one in the box. In fact our pastor was giving Gertrude a hard time about bringing her leaf blower and power paint sprayer to church.

So my dad says on the way home, you know I think I could find a girl friend at your church...I said dad you still have it don't you!!! He gave me this little devilish smile. He said you know I would like to have a companion to go to the movies and stuff. He said I have never met a woman who likes tools.. My dad said do you think its weird that a woman likes tools? No, dad I think it's great! I was thinking they could make wooden boxes and go to buffets together.

Wouldn't it be great if my dad found a woman friend and God right about now???? Poor guy he is so lonely. He looks so frail.. Please God for my dad...

I am grumpy

Today I feel grumpy. Thats right. All I hear is gloom and doom. Work, home, facebook, the news everywhere. Not only that, I got trapped on BART today for 20 minutes.

It started out as a good enough day. Until I was returning home on BART. I boarded the train, the doors shut like normal. The train has this beep signal before the doors open or shut. It kept beeping but the doors would not open. The train was on a platform that was above ground, I had a beautiful view from where I sat, but the train was not moving and the doors were not opening. I started to get a little panicky . I thought to myself this is stupid. Why am I getting claustrophobic when I have big picture windows to look out of. We sat there. The train operator came on to say our train would be leaving in just a few minutes. We did not move. The train's interior lights went out and the air circulator went off. It was if the train had just died. I am telling myself at that point- breathe, breathe.. I can still see out side, JUST LET ME OUT OF HERE, breathe. Finally after 20 minutes the doors open and the train operator said this train is out of service. You have never seen someone get off a train so quickly. I plowed over and elbowed anyone in my way of getting out.

Fresh air..ahhh.. relief. I got on a city bus to the next BART station. Ugh. The bus driver seemed to be in good spirits. I got back on BART and made it home. The 10 minute trip took 1 1/2 hours.

Tonight's Big meeting

Tonight my sweet friend and my friend yet to named are coming over for dinner. We are having taco tuesday. We are having a mexican/greek dinner. Taco's with all the extras and baklava for dessert. I get the very best baklava from the farmers market. It is flakey and honey sweet!!!

Then we are going to the budget meeting to hear the hatchets report. You know the report that is based on the day the hatchets peeked in our class room for less then 30 seconds. I have read it cover to cover. It is very grim.

I bet the meeting will last until 11 or so. My friend yet to be named job is one listed to axed, along with many others including jobs like mine and my sweet friends. The axing won't happen until next Tuesday. Ugh. I hope we will be able to keep our dinners down...