A shout out to since it is Lego Saturday...and I will throw in a dig at the insurance companies....lol

My mind is spent and my body is exhausted. The week was busy but good...very good. I didn't even have time to read blogs or emails this week. I do love the interaction with the blogs because they keep me up to date with everyone. The blogs are more important to me than any other section here. Call me weird.

Tomorrow is the weekend! I get to catch up on my emotional strength as well as my physical strength. Sleeping in is my friend. I am looking forward to taking a stroll through the woods. The cool green forest. Someone else has the emergency phone and that will be nice.

Tomorrow I will catch up with the blogs. For now, I want to listen to some soothing Michael Buble, grab a book, a glass of wine and relax in a hot bath. I'm taking apps for back scrubbers.


I am out for tonight. I hope that all of you had a great week.

Skeptics are saying that this video isn't real.
Knowing the stunts that Jeanne Claude has done over the years, I think that it is.



What do you think?

I had a phone interview yesterday. It was a "drive by, catch me off guard, do it now or never, drop what you're doing, off the cuff" interview. Yesterday was hectic and I was preoccupied, so the interview (in my opinion) did not go well. Oh sure, I could be exaggerating...lol.....but this time, I'm not. I have been tongue tied before during interviews and have laughed at it and that is what I am doing now. Laughing.

Heck, when I was interviewed for the position that I have now, I dropped the F-Bomb. I used the word because it was indicative to the example the officers asked me to explain. I freaked out over that when I got home, but they called me the next morning. You should have seen the look on their faces when I said "fuck" One of the officers told me that if a woman who looked so proper as she spoke, could drop the f-bomb and keep going on with a story without a hitch, well that is the woman for them.

Anyhoo, during yesterdays interview, I didn't drop the F-Bomb. But what I did do was sound like a blubbering fool...lol
I pride myself on NOT using sounds like 'uh' 'hmmmm' and 'um', but they were spewing from my mouth like lava from a volcano.....*laughing*
THEN! Then, at times I felt as if I didn't make any sense. Have you ever felt like you sounded like Forest Gump? Well, in my mind, that was me. When the officer asked me about my report writing and report editing skills....lol...I tripped up and basically sounded like this "dduuuuuuuuh....oooie! I done do good writing, me know words"
It went down hill from there.

I am not upset and won't be defeated. Like I mentioned before, it took me a year or so and numerous interviews to get the promotion that brought me to my current position.. So onward and upward!! *smiling*

All of us have had a bad or funny interview.. I have no doubt about that. What was your worst interview?

We all needed a giggle.

I have made a choice to actively seek a promotion. It may take a year and it may not. One never knows. When I lived in Arizona for a few years, it was about a year before my promotion was approved. As I debated leaving Arizona, others were asking me why I wanted to leave such a quiet out of the way town, with purple, red and orange skies to greet me. There were cows, sheep and cotton pastures surrounding my home. I was blessed to be in the dessert with blooming cacti, the slow distant blowing of a trains whistle and the sounds of howling wolves at night.

I make my decisions in my career on what is best for me and what will further my growth and provide me with an even nicer quality of living. I am a single woman and rely on myself. At times, I am afraid that there isn't anyone else to lean on. But it does fade, because I have done that before and you cannot trust that it will always be there. It is rough to not have a 2nd income, and that is why I push myself to increase my paychecks with promotions. I know that I run the risk of being transferred to another department, but that is what growing is all about....leaving the comfort zone. Taking on greater responsibilities for a better future is what growth is about.

As with the situation in Arizona, I was asked why I wanted to leave this view.
This is across the street from my home and I cherish all that surrounds me.

I am truly grateful for being transferred to another quiet place like Monterey and Pacific Grove to live. But, when it comes to growing old in comfort and having the necessary retirement, I have to push on. Where will I go next? How long will it take? What section will they put me in? Hell if I know! But I will go and meet everything head on with the pride and determination that has gotten me where I am today. Patience is what I will keep while waiting on their decisions.

I spoke with Sister M last night. She was putting scraps of food outside for the various forest animals that live around her area. God bless her oh so naive brain. During the winter she is worried about the raccoon's, foxes, squirrels, rabbits etc etc, that live near her or pass over her land. I asked her if she was worried about the bears causing damage. Now Sister M has been living in Oregon for 43 years now, so I would imagine that she knows how dangerous they are. Anyhoo, she tells me that she sees them all of the time and they do stop by to nibble on things. I thought *oh really*...hmmmm? So I told her about the kind little old woman in Montana. For years the caring old woman kept leaving food out for the kind and oh so pleasant & hospitable grizzly bears. Then one night there wasn't any, so the bears broke down her door and killed her for the food. Sister M laughed it off. Now of course, if nothing has happened to her in 43 years, then maybe she is right and I shouldn't worry. But this is Sister M I am talking about. I worry about her boiling water or opening a door.

So I sent her an email with this attached.

I make no bones about how I feel about our beloved military services. They are deeply rooted into my soul and home life through family, loved ones and friends. From a little girl until today I have admired anyone who is brave enough to sign up and wear a uniform for their country...any country. I am a Navy Brat and I giggle at that because folklore says that they are spoiled kids....lol. My Father wore the Navy uniform and my Uncle T wore the Air Force uniform. Years later my brother would join and wear the Army uniform in Viet Nam...god rest his soul. It would not be until many years later that my 2nd brother joined the Army and don the same uniform as the brother that he had never met. Yet, he felt that closeness with the brother he never knew. When my brother served his time, it was as if my nephew decided that it was his turn and would proudly wear the Marine Corps uniform. The tradition of uniforms continued so very proudly in the family. Once that nephew removed his uniform, another nephew would join the service. His choice of uniform was the Coast Guard uniform. Most of the friends that I have known and attended funerals for were from all branches of the military. Every single one of them are and were proud of their uniforms and what they stood for.

I remember when a friend of mine was killed during the first wave in Iraq. When GySgt B was sent home, he was immediately sent to the funeral home with a Marine Corps escort. The funeral director asked for the uniform he was to wear during the wake. Lori, the wife, grabbed my hand and she cried. The GySgt that was with us, spoke up and told the director that only a Marine can dress another Marine in his dress blues for his final resting place. It is hard not to cry when such pride in the uniform is felt so deeply.

The Military Uniform. A proud piece of clothing that embodies and signifies: bravery, faith, commitment, service, love, giving, protection and patriotism.

I attended 2 Veteran Services today. The last one was to watch the lowering and folding of the US Flag. I cried from the spirit of it all. All I could think of were the uniforms surrounding the flag and what they stood for.

I salute and remember those who wear it and who died for it.

Attending Veterans Day Services.
Nothing is more important to me today.

Today may have been a day off from the department, but not from the phone calls. There were 4 today. Four souls who just wanted a voice to tell them that there is a tomorrow. I reminded them that when the sun sets in the evening and the night is quiet, that is the time to refresh their bodies, to sleep and know that the days gets better with each sunrise. It may always seem like that it doesn't and they might have to go through hell before it gets better....it does get better. It helps those who are trying to survive with doubt to watch the sunset and the sunrise each day, because during those moments they realize that time passes without them knowing it. It is always worth concentrating on how each day begins and each day ends. With the beauty of mother nature.

I made the time to venture across the street. I sat on the rocks and let my body refresh with my own reflections. So many moments, people, days, past, present and future enter my thoughts. During on of those thoughts, my mind drifted to a special man on NN. Whoks, your presence was there. This picture perfect moment during the sunset is for you.


Each day is meant for beginning and something new. The sun rises everyday. Rise with it and make that day the best you can make it.