Tuesday, June 30, 2009

What a Difference a Month Makes

This is Mount St. Helens with her snowy coat. Today I could barely see her because the snow is almost gone. Here it is the 30th of June......half a year gone already. It seems amazing. Where does the time go?
I haven't really done anything this year. I need a carrot in front of my nose but it will have to be a different one from the past. I 'll have to think on that. Meanwhile, here comes summer.

Monday, June 29, 2009

I Wonder If It Would Have Made A Difference

I volunteered to work as a registrar for my church's Vacation Bible Camp this week. We never had this when I was growing up. I wonder how different my life would have been if I had gone to something like it. It might not have made to much of a thing since neither of my parents were great believers but maybe.....
I look at the kids coming in and they are excited and happy to be there. It is fun to welcome them. If I had been more involved, maybe I wouldn't have turned to food so much.
It doesn't do a lot of good to look back because I can't do anything about it now. But I can make sure that each kid who comes thru the doors sees a friendly face and hears a cheerful voice. Maybe then, they won't have to wonder..............

Sunday, June 28, 2009

A Little Forgiveness Goes A Long Way

We had a good sermon today in church. Our Pastor has be speaking of Proverbs over the past week. Proverbs is a book in the Bible which is basically about teaching boys to become good men. In reality, it teaching all of us wisdom and how to follow God's path for us.
Part of the lesson was how a little forgiveness goes a long way. Our Pastor related a story about when he was taking his daughter to college in California and he was traveling late at night and going a little faster than he should have. He said there was no one on the road except the bright lights right behind him. The trooper check him out and said that he was going to do our Pastor a big favor and only say that he was going 5 miles over the the limit instead of the actual 97 miles per hour he had been doing. Our Pastor said he was never so grateful. It reminded me of a time in my own life when someone did that for me. I had been playing hookey from school and got caught by one of the college students living with us at the time. She told my Dad and he said he was going to make me stand in front of the whole school and tell them what I had done. He changed his mind but I was never so grateful in my life. Needless to say, I didn't play hookey anymore. Thanks, Dad.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

My Trip To Mount Hood

A few weeks ago, I decided to drive over to Mount Hood. There is a scenic drive around the backside of the mountain that was suppose to be very special. I didn't take a lot of pictures because it is difficult to stop when you are driving.

Here are some of the results. It is an incredible mountain and I feel very attached to it. It is the one I see most often. I am pretty attached to Mount St Helens also but I can't always see it. Like most of the mountains in this area, Mount Hood is a volcano and like most of the volcanos in this region, it is active. It hasn't erupted but it could. Amazing.
The drive was harder on me than I expected......especially in my car but I was afraid to take the van because I didn't know what kind of roads I would be driving on. I don't feel as brave anymore.

Friday, June 26, 2009


This has been a sad week for the entertainment world. We have lost three personalities that I grew up with: Ed McMahon, Michael Jackson, and Farrah Fawcett. Ed was old, Farrah was my age and Michael was 50. It seems sad to say good bye to these people even though I wasn't really a fan of any of them. Each of them did something that was special. Ed was a good second banana for Johnny Carson. Farrah did a movie called the Substitute Wife which was pretty good and Michael did Thriller which was awesome. I would like to remember them for those things and not all the other crap. So here's to you all: Forget You Not.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

OOOO It's Dominos

I don't know if you have ever tried to draw a domino but it isn't easy. Every week, I get together with three friends to play Mexican Train Dominos. I first learned how to play this as a member of the Golden Girls. We would play while waiting for games to begin during tournaments.
The little group I play with out here is made up of three other ladies and myself. The first is Carleen Yamashita, a Japanese American who grew up in Hawaii. She is a real neat lady and always ready to help anyone who needs it. She is a little ball of hustle. Several times she has helped Elinor and I clean our house. She is a member of Elinor's church and a joy to know. We usually meet at her house. One of her neighbors is the second member of our group. Her name is Carolyn and she is just a sweet woman. She is also a good cook and she has the most beautiful back yard I have seen in a while. The last lady is Berta. She is also a member of Elinor's church. She has had a number of health issues. She suffered a stroke and although she has made a fantastic recovery, she sometimes has difficulty remembering words and numbers give her fits. We all enjoy the competition and we had a great time when Berta won the session. I gave her my best howl.
Usually, the contest is between Carleen and myself but it really doesn't matter who wins; we just like being together.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The Rituals Of Cashew

Cats are creatures of habit and Cashew is no different. She has her rituals. Right now she is performing one of them. When I come upstairs to go to bed, I usually go to the computer to check emails etc and she procedes to jump on the desk and walk around my screen until I either lift her off or tell to take a leap which translates into jumping up in her tree. Then she pretends to sleep until I get up and feed her.
When I finally go to bed, she climbs down from her tree and jumps up on my bed. She meows and then walks across my stomach and goes and eats. Then to add insult to injury, she procedes to jump back on the bed via my stomach(although it is big, it does not act as a trampoline and she is 11 pounds).
I periodically get up during the night and her ladyship joins me in the bathroom. If I close the door before she comes in, she scratches on the door until I open it. She then turns her butt to me so I can scratch her at her tailbone. Then we head back to my bed where she waits until I am settled then the bounces up on her"trampoline" and lies down. Weird animal!!!!!
When I am watching TV downstairs, she likes to curl up on my stomach but she will only do this if I am covered with a blanket. No blanky, no cat. Fussy little beast but what a blessing. She is a good friend.

Monday, June 22, 2009

The Day Of The Iris

The iris are blooming and before she left on her gig, Elinor ask me to take some pictures of the ones outside our front door. When I tried, my camera didn't cooperate. It was broken. So I took it to be repaired. Today, I picked it up and took some pictures of the irises. These are not them but hopefully, tomorrow, I will have some new pictures of our irises just so my sister can see them since they will probably be gone by the time she gets back. Keep your fingers crossed.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

He Is Just Where He Has Always Been

When I wrote my blog yesterday, I was angry. Not at Elinor really but at myself for letting what she said get to me. I heard from two people about it. Both were concerned for me and I appreciate it more than I can say. One of them sent me a email that was loving and kind. The other sent a comment which was loving and kind and true. He said he was and will always be there for me and he has.
I was his sixth birthday present. My mother gave me to him and he took her seriously. We have always been close. He took me to my first circus, my first rodeo and to a fantastic dinner at Maxwell's Plum. He is my hero. Although he has been down many times in his life, he has not given up. He picks himself up and begins again. He has a passion for life. He loves his family and especially his wife, Sharon. He appreciates good food, good music, and especially, his friends.
I love this guy. He is my champion and my dearest friend and he always will be. Thanks, Bro.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

She meant well

I wish she had never mentioned me on her website. It has made me self-conscious about what I write and the results is, I haven't written anything. This blog was set up for me. To write what I feel no matter what. The few people that I really care about occaionally read it and sometimes comment which is fine but I don't want to have to sensor myself so as not to offend Elinor's people.
I am going thru some tough times with myself and I need to say what I feel even if it offends some people. I am hurting and keeping my feelings inside is killing me. So no more! If you don't want to read this then DON'T. If my pain upsets you, go elsewhere and be entertained. This is my space for me.
I have been cutting myself off from the things I love. This is bad for me. My weight has bloomed and I am miserable. I feel disconnected from everything and I don't like it so I am going to try and reconnect: First with GOD. That is where I must start. With out GOD in my life, I am lost and I don't like being lost.
"O Lord , You have searched me and known me.
You know my sitting down and my rising up: You understand my thought afar off. You comprhend my path and my lying down. And are acquainted with all my ways." Psalm 139:1-3.