Nothing to update

Except my father in law is in a nursing home now. And doing much better.

My life, boring. 

It has been SO cold and raining. Last night it was like the middle of december. 

I have been making lots of soup. Asparagus last week, broccoli and cheddar this week.

The cherry this year have been delicious. All this rain is going to mess up the cherry crop. Maybe I will run to the farmer's market...

House Finch Drama

We must have 10 bird nest in our yard this year. I love the little birdies. Here is what happened as it took place on FB. 

"Me " OH no, a baby bird was pushed out of it's nest and I found him on the front porch just a few minuets ago. The wild life hospital doesn't open until 9:00 am, tomorrow. I hope and pray the little birdie makes it.

• “D” put him in a box to keep it warm til then
• “ME” yes I have him in a box here in my office, I hope he makes it!
• “B” if not, you could bury it in the backyard and have a little ceremony. =)
• “ME” poor little thing, he is so cute.
• “B” whatcha gonna name him?
• “H” A few years ago we had a baby squirrel fall out of it's nest. We named him "Thud". my cousin took him to the wild life hospital down there!
• "Me" I will name him Joseph because he brothers pushed him out of the nest.
• “B” how about: Flop! I think its cute, and he will like it too!
• “A” Put him back in the nest
• “B” put him back? but what if he gets kicked out again in the middle of the night, in the cold, all alone, wimpering, and freezing, and wishing someone would rescue him, and wishing someone would love him.... dont put him back, they dont want him, he is better with RQ. I know she will take care of him!
• “A” he's a bird..he really can't talk and won't really be sayin' all that stuff..he prob didn't get kicked out he prob fell out..do you think his mama can go get him and carry his sorry self back to the nest? No. She can't. She needs RQ to help him out and put him back for her. Then all will be good and right in his little world. Ok? Ok good..go to bed your tired.
• "ME" I tried to put him back in the nest, the the others in the nest are to big. There was no room. He did not make it over night. Poor little thing. The fall must of been to much for him. BOO HOO :(
• “D” Sorry RQ you tried good job
• “E” Did you try mouth to beak?
• “B” oooooooh thats so sad! well i know you did your best! give him a good resting place, ok!
• “K”  E SNORT i actually snorted with laughter on that one!! lololol
• “A” Your a real good Samaritan!
• "ME" I am sorry you animal haters have no compassion for Gods creation.
• “A” I love little birdies..it's squirrels I don't like.
• “G” Poor birdie. I'm glad you found it.
• “B” i LOVE animals! i hate BUGS!
• “ME” GUESS WHAT! When I got home from work I noticed another baby finch had fallen from a nest - in the back yard this time, Sara my dog was going to try to eat it, but I pushed her out of the way, got him in time. I am so pleased I could rescued the little birdie. I got it to the wild life hospital in time, this time! They said it was skinny. I am so happy I could get this baby help! I have been redeemed. Thank you God for giving me another chance!
• “A” You're like the bird whisperer...
• “B” wow! whats going on there RQ? im glad u where able to save this one! yaaaaaaay! Super Hero RQ to the RESCUE!
• “K” I think E was trying to relieve you of your sadness, and I just thot the remark was funny. I am not a bird hater; of all God's creatures I love birds probably the best of all!!!! I'm glad you got the next finch to the hospital!! finches are my absolute favs. xoxoxxo
• “A” RQ I love you - 
• "Me" I love you too "A"
• “L”  “A”...the bird whisperer...that's funny.
• “A” ‎:)
• “B” ahhhhh someone should "Tweet" about all this! ROFLMAO!
• “A” That was good one “B”

I am so blessed to have good friends 
on my blog, 
on fb, 
in real life! 
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Father In Law Update 5/16

We went to see my Father In Law tonight. He still is in ICU. He is off the respirator. He was smiling and had a little spark in his eye. He is still hooked up to all kinds of machines, but he looks a world away from deaths door. Thank you for your prayers. 

On the Lighter Side

A few weeks ago I was invited to go to a Ladies Tea at a different church. You know I never pass up an opportunity to go try something new.  Not only that my friend Mrs. M was the guest speaker. The theme was April in Paris. The church was light, bright and felt like spring. The building its self was welcoming and felt comfortable. Mrs. So came with me, we had a blast just hanging out together.

They showed us photos of Paris as we mingled and waited for things to get started.

We had homemade chocolate Effile towers. Everything was pink and fluffy.

Here is the salad, scones and "crumpets". I said they looked like English muffins cut in half. What do I know?

Not shown - mini crab cakes and tea sandwiches

Everyone got a little pink and black fluffy "purse"  that said OOH LA LA

The "passport" contained a menu, and an information card.

Dessert

An undisclosed person sitting at our table ate about 1/2 cup of salad and said OH I am full. I said I am not. She said I am satisfied with just this little tiny bit, and I will be full all day. I wonder if the undisclosed person did not want us to make pigs of ourselves. Because she mentioned that 3 times, I ate more then I normally do. I ate like a herd of pigs. The food was very tasty.

I don't think the theme fit the scripture of the day.

^{Psalms 45:11} "Let the king be enthralled by your beauty; honor him, for he is your lord. "

I guess April in Paris is beautiful. Mrs. M gave a short but good speech about our inner beauty. Mrs. F is a fun and engaging speaker.

They had costumes. You could dress in old time French attire and get your photos taken. I wanted to be a CAN CAN girl, but I contained my self because Mrs. M was the guest speaker.

The ladies of the church had a game- Paris trivia contest. The only question I got right was "who was the famous rock star that is buried in Paris." That was easy Jim Morrison of the Doors- I thought everyone knew that?

Father In Law - Update

My Father in Law is in ICU and doing very poorly. I am not God, and I do not know if my father in law will pull through. My Father in law is hooked up to all kinds of tubes and machines. He can't talk because he is on a respirator. He is also heavily sedated.

He is a very strong man, a different breed much like my dad. If anyone could pull through it would be him. My father in law is in ICU. The hospital rule is, they only let immediate family in for a very short amount of time. Although I have lied and said I was his daughter so I could get in to see him. My mother in law and some of her daughters are camping out in the hospital waiting room. 

I guess everyone has to deal with death and the act of dying in their own way, but I think everyone should agree with my prospective. I don't think anyone should die alone. I know people do all the time. To me that is very sad. I am of the theory that even when someone is unconscious or heavily sedated, they can still hear you, and they feel  your presents at that moment. There is no proof of my theory. When I went to ICU last night I held my father in laws hand, I told him that I was praying for him, he got a tear in his eye and it rolled down his cheek. That was tough to deal with.

This part has been censored...........

Nothing I can do now but worry. Will worry add one hour to my life or his? no. I have also been praying, but mostly worrying. What, you may ask are you worried about? I am not worried about his afterlife, but I worry about him suffering, I worry about my mother in law and how she will cope, I worry about his condition and I hope someone will let us know as soon as anything happens good or bad. I worry about how Mrs. F will react. She had a very hard time when my 2 mom died.

Update: My father in law is going back in for surgery tomorrow morning.  The doctors seem to think he will recover in "about a week."

Gratitude

 Café Gratitude 

http://www.cafegratitude.com/

The other day I had to go to Berkeley to do some business, so I asked Jasmin if she would like to come along. Jasmin has been hounding me and Fuchsia for years about eating "raw, live, food" "Live" meaning not cooked enough to kill anything good or bad. "Raw foods or ‘live’ foods are those that have not been exposed to temperature above 105F (depending on how strict a person is, up to 118F)."  This is a vegan restaurant. So I took Jasmin to Cafe Gratitude.

At first glance you think this cafe is great, but I believe there is something underlying, dark, leering just below the surface. I think New Age should be called Old age, because it is the oldest tricks in the bible. The trick is to make people believe they are God therefore, It is all about "self" and me, me, me.

This is Cafe Gratitudes mission statement with my comments.

"Café Gratitude is our expression of a world of plenty, yes here in America we have plenty, the world does not. Our food and people are a celebration of our aliveness. Oops forgot God here. We select the finest organic ingredients to honor the earth and ourselves, as we are one and the same. I am not the same as the earth, we are not suppose to honor ourselves, but it sounds good.  We support local farmers, sustainable agriculture, and environmentally-friendly products. I like that. Our food is prepared with love that sounds good. We invite you to step inside and enjoy being someone who chooses: loving your life, adoring yourself, accepting the world Why would I want to accept the world when there is wars, injustices and survival of the fittest.  being generous and grateful every day that sounds good, and experiencing being provided for God is the true provider. Have fun and enjoy being nourished." I get my nourishment from God, good friends and food.

The words on the menu are all affirmations.  So when you say I would like to have the ___ the server repeats you are ____.

I tell the server what I want to order, I AM HEARTY- the server says YOU ARE HARTY  (Deep-dish pizza with sun-dried tomato marinara, pesto, olive tapenade, Brazil nut Parmesan and ricotta cheese on  live onion sunflower pizza crust.) I told her I would also like I AM COURAGEOUS, She says YOU ARE COURAGEOUS : Organic slow-dripped coffee.  Jasmin says  I AM ELATED, the servers say YOU ARE ELATED (Enchilada in a live spinach tortilla with a sprouted seed filling, topped with spicy mole, cashew sour cream and scallions. Served with spicy Mexican coleslaw) , Jasmin continues I AM EFFERVESCENT the server says YOU ARE EFFERVESCENT."  (Ginger and lemon juice with agave and naturally sparkling water on ice)

Proverbs 18:21 The tongue (speech/words) has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit. (will give birth or have offspring) Can you see how this is tricky. They are using words to encourage you, but their words are empty. The server was just doing her job. She has no idea if we are elated or courageous. Her words of affirmation meant nothing to me. 

We started talking to this woman sitting next to us, and she told us that sitting in this restaurant made her feel better. I wanted to say it is great marketing. I wanted to ask the woman, what do you do when you leave this restaurant? Who or What will fill you back up? 

Next a lady came in who looked like a gypsy. Gypsy Lady sat next to the woman who we were talking to. Gypsy Lady set up shop on the big table in front of them. She had some kind of angel tarot cards and she does angel readings. Wow, that is really deceptive. What I believe about angels is a different blog. We must test the spirits to see if they are true. I do not believe God's angels come in tarot card to help you with your life. They are messengers from God, who acknowledge God, not self. The self angel is the one to run from.
^{2 Corinthians 11:14}  And no wonder, for Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light.

Our food was good, but not hearty, it was light but still filling.  I really like the EFFERVESCENT drink. 

Courageous

Effervescent 

Elated 

Hearty

There were words of affirmation on plates and walls. The table had conversation cards like what are you grateful for, what makes you beautiful. I was sad for the people who get there hope and encouragement from a restaurant with empty words. Where the bottom line is still about the mighty dollar.

Would I eat vegan every day? no. Did I like the food, yes. Will I ever go back to Cafe Gratitude? Not a chance. 

Mommys' club going nuts

I thought this was mothers day weekend? This is not child's day weekend. Your kids should be saying nice things about you. The mommys club members are going around patting themselves on the back and holding themselves in high esteem AGAIN on facebook. Here are 2 of the post and my reworded post.

FB - I've made many, many mistakes being a Mother, sometimes more than I'd like to admit. But, I will always be there for you, to hear you, to cheer you, to laugh or cry with you, to protect you with my life, & sometimes tell you things you don't want to hear. I will love you forever with all my heart. Only God will ever love you more than I do! Repost if you have children you love with all your heart &; soul

I've made many, many mistakes being a Step Mother, sometimes more than I'd like to admit. But, I will always be there for you. I like to hear from you, I want to encourage you, to laugh or cry with you. You are all grown up now, I will pray for you. Sometimes I tell you things you don't want to hear because I am getting old and senile.  I love you . God loves you more than I do! Repost if you have step children you love with all your heart & soul.

FB-I've carried a child within my body. Slept with a baby on my chest. I've kissed boo boos and mended broken hearts. I've been puked on, peed on, pooped on and spent sleepless nights in the rocking chair, but I wouldn't have it any other way. My body isn't magazine perfect, but when I look in the mirror I see a MOM, and there is no greater honor or blessing!! Post this as your status if you are proud to be a ♥Mom

I've never carried a child within my body or slept a with screaming baby on my chest. I have kissed boo boos and loved you when you had a broken heart. Only God can mend you. I have cleaned up puke pee and poop, and spent sleepless nights worrying about you. I would of like to had it a different way. When I look in the mirror, I turn around in disgust. I wonder if your kids think you are a blessing?

Photo Update

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Ms. ID's wall

Mr. Harie's updated wall

Port Costa 2

So we turned off the freeway on to a very narrow two lane road. It was like we transformed instantly to some place far away, out in the country.

I loved the drive down the curvy road to Port Costa. The hills looked as if they were green velvet. There were still some California poppies along the way. The orange poppies were a sharp contrast to the green hills all around them. There were cows and calf's grazing, they lifted their heads to watch us pass by. Occasionally, a motorcyclist would pass us on the way out. I used to love riding this road on a motorcycle. Back in the days when you did not have to ware a helmet. You felt free having the wind in your face. It is just not the same in a car.

I was happy. I love being "out in the country" I have felt misplace my whole life. My friends and family tease me and say I could not last a week out in the country. They say I would get board.  I beg to differ.

So we get into "town" there must of been 300 bikers there! It was a beautiful day in Port Coasta. "Downtown" Port Costa has 5 businesses open. A hunted house of ill repute that is now a hotel, a bar, a cafe next to the bar, the post office and a restaurant. We ate dinner at the restaurant, Bull Valley Inn.

 

It seemed as if we had stepped back in time. The restaurant was dimly lit even though it was very bright outside. The floors squeaked on our way to the table. The back ground music was accuistic Willy Nelson. It seemed Willys voice was appropriate at the restaurant. His voice being very unconventional, and a little bit melancholy. (Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain)   

We had the perfect lovers nook to sit at. As we sat there and waited for our food, the motorcyclist group by group decided it was time to head for home.  The floors, walls and windows would shake. It sound like roaring thunder each time they would pass. It just added to the excitement. It was fun to imagine what Port Costa was like during the old days when it was a thriving port.

Our server (if you had to guess you would say he was gay) was bar tender and waiter. He was very busy, but very kind.  Our food arrived. I had the NY steak, my gig a low had steak medallions. My gig a low loved his dinner, I loved the experience.

After dinner we walked across the gravel parking lot, over the railroad tracks and looked out over the strait. It was beautiful. We went back and walked down the lonely street passed the bar, a few bikers were still there. We peered into the windows of old buildings and let our imaginations go wild. 

I did not want to leave, but it was getting dark. No way I would drive that road out of town at night. In 10 minutes we where back on the freeway headed home. My heart sank.

Post Buket List

The question is who do I (you) want to meet after you die? This list does not include any family or friends because of course I want to be reunited with them.

Here is my post bucket list of people I would like to meet.

1. Jesus (God/ Holy Spirit ) you get 3 for the price of 1
2. John the baptist
3. Johnny Cash
4. June Carter
5. Billy Graham
6. Mother Teresa
7. Percilla (the tent maker)
8. David
9. Elijah 
10. Rahab

Port Costa 1

First I want to thank all my friends who tried to cheer me up this last week. I was having a pitty party. Woe is me, who never gets a "real" vacation. I have not been on a "real" vacation since the late "90s" I try to tell myself that many people don't get to have a vacation. I think of the people who just lost everything in the tornadoes and tsunamis, or the people who are born and raised in garbage dumps.

What do I have to whine about? I tried really hard to be thankful for what I have. Somehow I just could not get past it. I spent my alone hours on the internet looking at vacation destinations around the world and here in the states. I almost convinced myself it was worth bankruptcy and losing my job,  to go way for 2 or 3 weeks. I need a break.


Yesterday my gig a low suggest we go to Winterhawk winery in Susiun to see GG-GP's band.  The drive to the Winery was relaxing, I enjoyed being "out in the country." Once we got there I was moping again. I really did not want to hang around middle aged drunk people. Unless your drunk, it really is not fun. All these leather skinned, fake tan, breast implant, middle aged drunk women, and dirty old drunk men...I was unhappy again. Yes it was upscale. Drunk is drunk no matter how much money you have. GG-GP band was great. GG-GP and Shawn are super cool.  My gig a low suggested we go someplace for dinner.

GG-GP suggest an Italian restaurant  down the road. As it turned out we went on a wild goose chase. Never finding the Italian restaurant. I have to say I loved driving around out in the "country" looking at all the vineyards and old houses. We decided to get back on the freeway and go somewhere. As we were headed west I suggested we go to Port Costa.