Lotto

We did not win the lotto tonight. So I told my gig a low that  I am going to bed as poor as I woke up. My gig a low says that is true unles the gold plane flies over and drops a load.


Funny and charming

Because Malinda Told Me To

Here is a story that Malinda wanted me to tell you.

My co-workers and I went to the Hole In The Wall diner after we all got our jobs back. It was me, Malinda, Trippy Hippy, Power Mom, Lodi, and my x Mormon friend.

We got a table and order coffee. A few of my friends ate brunch. We were whooping it up, laughing and carrying on. This old man who was sitting behind us said he wished he was in our group. He said he enjoyed hearing the laughter. Really we were making a ruckus. We told the old man he could come and sit with us, but he declined.

Mrs. Wall was our waitress. She came up to our table and said I am in big trouble, we said why? Mrs. Wall said you see that couple over by the window? She said to the young man at the table, It is so nice of you to bring your mom to our little restaurant. The young man said to Mrs. Wall, that is not my mother that is my girlfriend. OOPS. We almost broke our necks trying to look and see the couple.

We all ordered a second round of coffee. When we got the bill we were shocked to see we were charged for the second cup of coffee. We called Mrs. Wall to the table, we told her we thought the second round of coffee was free. She said just like Mr. Wall, he always thinks he is going to get sex. It is not always true. She took the bill and only charged us with the first round of coffee. (did I get this part right Malinda?)

Guess Who

Guess who drove down my street today? The Ice cream man, in his blue and white ice cream truck. I was in my car when I spotted him at the other end of the street. I have not seen an ice cream truck in my neighborhood in a very long time! I started waving my arm out the car window. I did not want the ice cream man to escape.  When he got close enough I double parked, jumped out of my car and ran over the the window of the ice cream truck. Do you have Choco Tacos? yes. I will take 3. I bought one for me, my gig a low and GG-GP.

Three Choco Tacos cost $7.50.  I didn't care. I was so happy! Me and my gig a low ate ours after dinner. Yummy!


Thank you God for Choco Tacos and the ice cream truck! What a treat!

My Confession (PG-13)

I had a really good day today. Everything at work was perfect. It was only 86 degrees. Fuchsia stopped by to show me her lovely new beach cruiser. It has black spokes and flowers on the frame. It has a wicker basket and sea foam green wheels with white wall tires. It really seems like the perfect bike for Fuchsia.


So I said to my gig a low, do you want to go get a Choco - Taco? It just seemed like the a grand way to end a great day.

So we go up to the corner liquor store. There was no place to park in the parking lot, so I pulled along side of the store. I noticed a car pulling in behind me. My gig a low says STOP here. Ok fine. I get out of my car and skip to the front door anticipating a Choco Taco.

I start visually scanning the little freezer, thinking about the waffle cone shaped like a taco shell, the vanilla ice cream filling, the chocolate and nut topping,,,, When I hear F___ You, Female Dog. It was the guy who had pulled up behind me.

The next thing I know I am in the guys face, 2 inches away from his nose staring directly into his beady little eyes, I said bleep bleep you bleeping bleeper. It was like time warp speed. What just happen here? I was praying that he would hit me, to give me a chance to female dog slap him to places unknown. Mr. tough guy saying FU to and old woman.  How dare he rain on my parade.

I said a few more things before I got control of myself. What Would Jesus Do?...certainly not call him a scrawny little bleep  bleep.  I had to walk away.

I lost it and so fast. My gig a low asked if I wanted him to get out of the car and take out a can of woop ___? No, I said as I drove away, I could do any wooping that needed to be done. I left without a Choco Taco.

So I called my sweet friend when I got home to confess my sin. She started laughing... what.. She was laughing hysterically. She said it deserved him right. Yes, it was an inconvenienced that he had to go around my car and park further away from the front door, but that did not give him the right to cuss at me. My sweet friend said she wished she could of been their to see me in action. So much for my confession.

Biker To Biker

Today I went on a 17 mile bike ride. It was called the "Napa Loop." I have been to Napa many times. In my head I was thinking of the Napa Valley. You know, a valley, a flat piece of land surrounded by mountains. Have you ever heard of the Valley of the Moon? That is what I picture when I hear Napa, even though that is in Sonora. ...

I almost chickened out last night, I called Dehlia and said, you know I have been reading about this ride. It says it has some "rollers" (rolling hills), and it says there is not a bike path, and it says you will be riding on the street with cars. Dehlia seemed to think we would get in and out of Napa before all the drunk people got on the road. I worried about blind curvy country roads that cars really get pissed off that your riding your bike on. Dehlia said it would be "fun" and it would be an "adventure." She knows I love adventures.  I said maybe we should go over the Golden Gate Bridge. Dehlia convinced me that I would love this ride.  Ok........Dehlia was even going to get up at the crack of dawn to go on this ride. Ok...I said again, really not to sure about this whole idea.

So we meet up with the bike group we were joining for this "adventure" at a strip mall grocery store in Napa. It was a cold, foggy, drizzly February August morning. I looked around at the people and thought, uttt oh, I think I am out of my league.

We rode a little ways, turned left and behold Mt. Everest. Dehlia never mention we where going to the Himalayas. You mean I am riding my bike up the side of a mountain? I thought it said "rollers" Ok here I go...

I started huffing and puffing.  The other bicyclist flew by me like I was standing still. Half way up I started having a panic attack. I jumped off my bike and tried to continue the climb. I couldn't breath, the altitude was to high. Every breath felt like my last. My heart was pounding out of my chest, I could almost see it. Then I was on the verge of crying, I hate being a loser and I felt like a loser. Then from behind me I hear a beautiful voice "these are a few of my favorite things" It was Dahlia singing songs from the Sound Of Music. She was trying to get my mind off my frail medical condition. Daliah was saying Oh look at the vineyards aren't they pretty, oh look at the quail. I couldn't see anything at this point because my eyes were blurred. I was looking straight up the side of a mountain. I started begging God to have mercy on me and just kill me.  My legs started burning as if someone had set them on fire. Are we there yet?

Can I go home? Something inside me said your not a quitter, now get up that "mountain !!!" I made it to the top. Not in an ambulance, on my own accord (with encouragement from Dehlia.)  I was just starting to get a little oxygen to my brain and it was time to go down Everest. WEEEEEE, I love going down hill. I was like a speeding bullet. Dehlia chimed in to say we were going about 25 mph. I loved it.  I open my mouth hoping to get some more air are in, because I was still a little short of breath. Ok, this is good. If we can go downhill the rest of the way, I would be happy! No such luck. At the bottom of the mountain the rollers started.

Up, down, up, down. The problem is there was more up then down. The group would stop and wait until I caught up then they would move on, so really I never had much of a break.  I was still short of breath, my head starts pounding.  I start thinking, my brain is going to explode any minute. I tell Dehlia, my head is throbbing so hard it is going to knock my helmet off.

Along with Dehlia this very kind man named Bob lagged behind with me. Bob kept saying, one more hill and it is going to be flat, just one more hill. After about the 5th time, I told him, I don't believe you anymore Bob. As I started to climb another roller my chained "popped" off. Bob was kind enough to put it back on for me. I was at the bottom of a roller. I had to start the assent from a dead stop.  I had to get off my bike AGAIN and finish the climb.

I began the acceptance stage of my situation. I can't keep up, I am really out of shape, Bob and Dehlia are with me, that is just the way it is. Then I started to have fun. I started to notice all the vineyards. The ruby read grapes looked lovely on the vine. Some grapes had netting over them, some had mylar strips blowing in the wind. I kept hearing this sound that sounded like a shot gun. Bob and Dehlia told me it was some sort of propane gizmo  that makes banging noise. All to protect the grape vines from birds and varmints.

I started to notice the smell of elm trees. I saw beautiful mansions and winery's that were open for tasting.  Bob joked about stopping. I started to notice we were on a curvy country road, and cars were getting pissed off.

The group was waiting for us at the bottom of a roller at a flat T in the road. Dehlia, Bob and I joined the group. Just about that time I see this flash of red zooming down the hill. Someone in our group said, its the Napa Falcons. Apparently, they are well known in the area. They all had red and white shirts with red and white bike helmets. They went around us at lightning speed. The testosterone lingered after they were long gone.

Bob said it was only a few more miles until the resting point. I was so happy to hear that. At the 10 mile point we stopped at a fruit stand and country store, The little store was full of fancy olive oils and cliff bars for the bicyclist. All the bicyclist stop there. This stop was the Sturgis of the bicycle world. The falcons and a bunch of other groups where all there along with our group.

That is when I noticed many of the bicyclist had on these modified golf shoes. The shoes went click, click, click as the bikers walked in and out of the store.  The shoes "cling" on to the peddle. I guess these bicycle shoes help with the "up" when your peddling. We had a good rest. I chug a luged a bottle of water. Everyone was complaining how cold it was and how we have had no summer. I loved the cold weather. As we were resting, I started thinking I have gone from Biker to Biker in my life. Bob told me we were almost back to the starting point. I just smiled because I knew he was lying to me.

I was the very last one back to the starting point. I was still huffing and puffing. But I made it! I was so happy I did it. I had to swallow my pride and tell myself I know many people who could not of made this trip. I was not a quitter. I want to thank Dehlia and Bob for encouraging me all along the way.

Now that I look back on my day I can say it was fun and an adventure. Will I go back anytime soon? No way.

Just Because

I know of  Christian's who are alcoholics/drug addicts.
I know of Christian's who have cheat on their spouse.
I know of a Christian who embezzled money. LOTS of money. In fact all my tithes. 
I know of Christian's who have hit their kids or spouse.

What makes a good Christian? It it one who goes to church every Sunday? ALL the people above went to church every Sunday.

I know people who are not Christian and live an upright and moral life.

What is my point? Going to church on Sunday does not guarantee anything except then you can put on a fake Sunday face.

I HATE LATE

I hate waiting for people that are late. Here is why. It tells me your time is more valuable then mine. It is so selfish. When your are late, it's like saying the world revolves around you. You are special, so no harm in being late.


When you tell someone you are going to do this or that at this time, I expect that you are going to honor that commitment. It is like a verbal contract. Lets do this at this time, you say ok. Then you are late. You broke the contract. It is also a control issue. You are in control now, and your controlling all the people who are waiting for you, because you are late.

I have been known to not wait for late people. I have and will leave them behind.

Admittedly, I have been late periodically. Yes, I have been late to work (like summer school) because I really did not want to go at all, or late to meet up with a friend.  Sometimes you get phone calls, traffic problems, you know the list. Once in a long while is forgivable.

To be chronically late is beyond annoying, its hateful.