Good Morning People!

Another day, another challenge.

Today I have to take Topper to get his glasses. He went to see the eye doc and one eye was 20/30 and the other was 20/70. We never knew. So on top of wearing glasses, when he is at home, he needs to wear a patch to retrain that bad eye. We're hoping that will do the trick. This kid is so sharp with video games and stuff we just never knew anything was wrong until he had an eye exam done at school.

The Grove is settling back down after the Memorial Day weekend. Saturday I have to go be sworn into the new cabinet of officers for the Auxiliary. Luckily, all I am this year is a Trustee. Still, I need to do this.

I also got my suspension lifted from the post by way of the Commander in lieu of Memorial Day. I am so impressed. *eye roll* I was suspended until the 5th.

Other than that, it's been hot hot hot around here. What else is new for my neck of the woods.

My writng is coming along. I started a whole new series for Jana D`Arvan, my sea captain. I took her out of the realm of Camelot and am using her in a different genre. It's just something to lay with when every thing has slowed down or I'm waiting on someone. *grin*.

This coming month I also have to attend Department convention in Sacramento for the Auxiliary, my first, so that should be interesting. I'm looking forward to it. Mr M and I will be staying at the Hilton, where the convention is being held. That's toward the end of the month however.

Mr M and I are contemplating a quick trip to Las Vegas sometime this summer. I'm driving. No more speeding tickets. That's still up in the air though. I'm also contemplating a trip a couple of states away next March. *grin* But that's only a thought at this point. That wouldn't be a bad drive either. We'll see. There are a lot of factors involved.

Well, I have a ton of stuff to accomplish today and I can't sit here at the computer all day. Everyone have a good day.

Yesterday

Yesterday we dedicated a memorial to our brave men and women who have been given a Purple Heart. Shortly after that, we held a candlight vigil for all our veterans, those who have passed one, those who had answered the call and those who now answer it. For those of you who have never heard Echo Taps played, I encourage you to do so. Taps alone is greatly stirring and there's a haunting quality when Echo Taps is heard. It's as if Taps is being sounded here on our mortal realm and answered back from a heavenly one.

I stood in the presence of a Medal of Honor holder last night. There were far too many men, who had served this country for me to stand in line to wait and shake his hand. These other men? They deserved the opportunity to salute and shake this man's hand. While it would have meant a lot to me to do so, it meant even more so to them. So, instead, I stood aside, allowing someone else to have that spot I would have taken. Besides, all men who have answered the Call To Arms are Men of Honor to me. As I stood off to one side while waiting Mr M's return from shaking this man's hand, I watched the faces of all the veterans there, some older than others. Then there were the younger, newer, service personnel in their uniforms, those that serve now or have chosen to and will when their time comes. There were those who were still children, having not yet completed their schooling and stood so proudly in their uniforms. It brought a small smile to my lips.

There are a good many things that lift my heart out of my chest and brings a tear to my eye, but never moreso than to hear Taps played in a cemetary where veterans lie in sweet repose. Never, have I left there without a soft thank you escaping my lips. As I watched the sun set behind the rolling hills, turning them a soft hue of purplish-blue, the silence that filled the air, all but for the soft flapping of our country's flag in the gentle breeze, Taps being played... I wondered... is this a small piece of heaven? Is that breeze the touch of gentle souls reaching out and thanking us for remembering them, for praying for the safe return of their Brothers-In-Arms now serving, for praying for all the souls of men and women who have given their lives on foreign soul? For acknowledging that Freedom isn't free?

No one... is ever truly forgotten or lost, if we only take a moment to remember and to give thanks.

A Letter Down from Heaven

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Pirates

Just got home. I really enjoyed this one. It's action packed from the get-go. One piece of advise: sit through the credits. There's a small clip at the end. This is what I have to say about that little snippet: "Ain't that just like a man?" If you want to know what I'm talking about, go see the movie and if you still don't get it, email me.. I'll be more than happy to explain *grin*

I heard that Johnny Depp said he isn't saying no to another Pirate movie, but I get the feeling that it has got to be a really good script for him to do another. They did leave this one with another opening for another movie. We'll see. I'm not all that enamoured of the ending, BUT, it works.

I'm off to go write. I finally got the web page done so now I need to go write.

Have a safe and happy Memorial weekend and let us take a moment to remember those past and present who insured, continue to insure that the beacon of freedom and everything that word stands for, never goes out.

To our Veterans, young, old and those departed, "Thank you. What you have done will never be forgotten. We owe you a debt of gratitude for the things we enjoy today."

To our current service personnel, "What you do, matters. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't have a prayer for your safe return. Thank you, for your selfless acts of devotion in the name of everything this great nation stands for."

May Divine Grace forever drape across our nation's shoulders.

Here, There And Everywhere

Well, we made it back from Sacramento, but not without my blood pressure elevating from time to time on the way home. I swear, people in the Bay Area all go to work early on a three day weekend just so they can get off early and hit the road. I spent most of the time on I-5 with a "hurry up and then hit the brakes" routine all the way home.

So, we leave for Sacramento, get there at 11:30am. His appointment was 1:00pm. We got the Health Center at 1:05pm. Ahem. SOMEONE kept getting lost. We ended up going too far south, then west, then back too far south. Like I said, we finally got there about 1:05pm and was there for oh, 15 minutes max. *eye roll*

When we left home and were half way to Sac, I looked at Mr M and said, "After we get this stuff taken care of, you better feed me. I've had this grande sized caffeine loaded, vanilla latte and no food. You really don't want to have be in a confined area, locked up with a bit**." He chuckled and took me to Sizzlers for a late lunch/dinner.

I had my baby up to 90 mph and would have pressed her even more until the govenor kicked in, but Mr CHP was out in force by the time we started home. We took the radar detector out of the truck to use, but I kept watching and a good thing too. A coouple of them tried sneaking up on me but I saw them and got my speed back down to 75 mph. She handled SWEET. She doesn't have as much power as I would have liked but I had to sacrifice the power for the fuel savings. Still, she doesn't do badly and the gas bill didn't hurt the pocketbook badly either.

Today has been, so far, a nice day. It's been pretty laid back, which I like. This morning I took Daughter to the bank so she could cash and deposit some money in her account and when she offered to buy Starbucks, who was I to argue? The Troll and I went into town and I bought a few outfits I couldn't resist. I needed the smaller size and the they were on sale. We went out for Chinese for lunch and had sesame chicken and fried rice. Yum. Mr M is currently grilling hamburgers (that man makes a mean HUGE burger) so he and I can go out tonight to see Pirates. They tell me it's a three hour movie. I can't wait to see it.

Daughter and FB took the kids to see Shrek III. The kids loved it. We'll go see it later. Of course, I'll have to get it on dvd when it comes out so it goes with the others I have. My dvd collection is to die for. I still haven't seen all the movies I have yet.

I am currently working on some creative stuff. My fingers are itching to type and my brain is whining for lack of a voice. Patience, say I. I will have time this evening and tomorrow to do so. Tomorrow afternoon, I'm watching the Indianapolis 500 and I am not taking phone calls or visitors. I am going to be a chair potato with a mind and consciousness dedicated to open wheel racing. DO NOT DISTURB. It won't do you any good. *grin*

I haven't stopped smiling since yesterday. The inhabitants of the Grove are looking at me strangely. You'd think they'd be use to it by now. I am strange....and completely, utterly, happy. See how easy it is???!!!

Off We Go...

Heading out in about a hour, first stop, gasoline, second stop, Starbucks.. Vanilla Latte for me (yes caffeine loaded), Something for him.. not sure what he wants today then off to Sacramento. I'm letting Mr M drive. *shudder* I hate driving in big cities..

DK? Left something for you elsewhere. I could just squeeze the stuffings out of you right about now, just so you know.

Everyone else? Catch ya on the flip side...

Today the world is simply BEAUTIFUL... can y'all hear me singing? Better hope not *grin*

Mid-Week

Pookie's trip to the "Big City" went good. She had a good time. The only problem is, she get's motion sickkness, which we forgot about. It's about a 4 hour trip in the bus, one way. Then add to that, FB gave the girl some beef jerky and sour patch kids to eat and no wonder her tummy was not good. The poor girl tossed her cookies a couple of times last night. We kept her home from school today because she still looked a bit green around the gills.

Troll goes back to work tomorrow. Not bad, he works tomorrow and then has Saturday off. Can we say bowling?

Sprout just called, he got all his finals done and he thinks he did okay on them. I'm so proud of that young man, he's come a long way and has grown up so much in the last two years.

Peanut Butter cookies are almost gone and Topper is pestering me to make some chocolate chip cookies. Guess I'm going to have to cave in and get some made in the next day or two. Kitchen requests never seem to stop. Troll has a request for Shepard's Pie tonight. I'm so tempted to ask him if his arms are broke. Then again, I really don't want him in my kitchen. The last time he was in there, I almost fainted. How one person can use so many pots and utensils I haven't the foggiest idea.

The wind has been a big facter around here this week so I didn't get ard work done or get my baby washed and cleaned. I am going to have to tomorrow though. Not a whole lot else to write about. Weight training is coming along, but I am thinking about doubling up, one hour in the morning and a hour in the evening, when I can work that in. I completed my AARP's Route 66 exercise plan not too long ago. I started it almost a year ago. I would have finished it sooner but decided only to record my biking time.

I am tired today. Mr M didn't go to sleep until 4-4:30am. I woke up around then and couldn't get back to sleep until around 5am and then had to be up at 6:30am. I'm beat, but I have a few things to do before I can nap some.

Completed another part for Camelot, thank the Lady. I stared at that thing forever it seems like and then it just sorta started to pour out. Now I need to see if I can't gloat my muse into churning out another part.

Only 87%? Maybe That's A Good Thing

You Are 87% American

You're as American as red meat and shooting ranges. Tough and independent, you think big. You love everything about the US, wrong or right. And anyone who criticizes your home better not do it in front of you!

How American Are You?

Which Classy Dame Are You?

Your Score: Myrna Loy

You scored 21% grit, 28% wit, 23% flair, and 42% class!

You are class itself, the calm, confident "perfect woman." Men turn and
look at you admiringly as you walk down the street, and even your
rivals have a grudging respect for you. You always know the right thing
to say, do and, of course, wear. You can take charge of a situation
when things get out of hand, and you're a great help to your partner
even if they don't immediately see or know it. You are one classy dame.
Your screen partners include William Powell and Cary Grant, you little
simmerpot, you.

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The Weekend

Saturday was as full as I predicted. The ceremony up at the Veterans' cemetary was very moving. It was all part of a program called Echo Taps Across America or Echo Taps Around The World Either way, at exactly 1100hrs on Armed Forces Day (May 19th) Taps would be played simultaneously across the Nation. Native Americans from various tribes were present as color bearers and a medicine man was involved as well. Having been involved, taken part of, studied, Native Amerian Spiritualism, I knew what to expect. As, I said it was very moving....until.... Mr. M leaned over to whisper in my ear, "I smell pot." It's a good thing I wasn't drinking from my Starbucks cup at the moment or I would have created a scene. I leaned back over and casually whispered back, "That isn't pot. It's either sweet grass or..." I took another sniff, "It's sage." Right behind sat two Native American women whom I am sure where not even remotely amused by Mr M's observance. One whispered back, "It's sage, used in sacred ceremonies." They left after America, the Beautiful was sung in Paiute. After the ceremony concluded, I smacked Mr M on the arm and said, "I can't believe you thought that was pot!" He told me that it smelled sweet. It sure didn't smell sweet to me, but it must have to him.

Sunday was my day, as usual but I shared it with Pookie. We made peanut butter cookies from scratch. She enjoys that a lot, as does Topper. However, Pookie and I have concluded that Topper is a PITA in the kitchen but we endure him because he wants to help. *eye roll* His interest never seems to last long... about as long as it takes to use the mixer. LOL. Typical man, loves gadgets. but then,I love kitchen gadgets too.

Bowling was a no go this weekend, but we're planning on it next Saturday. Mr M decided to forego summer leagues in favor of the longer winter one. I'm all for that since it's during the winter time I worry about him the most. This will get him out of the house.

Friday is a trip to Sacramento in the new car. he gets to drive. I hate driving in the "big city". The only one I even drive in is Las Vegas. I've been wanting a chance to take this baby south and see how she does on the open road. Mr M has to go get his CPAP machine.

We watched the Preakness Stakes. I was making the most noise. *grin* I was disappointed that Street Sense didn't win, but what a finish. I was the only one who knew Street Sense would pull out the way he did. Next, the Belmont.

Now that qualifying is over for the Indy 500, all I have to wait for is The Race next Sunday. I think it's going to be a great race! Next year? We're so going to be there. And I have a good friend to meet as well. So, that's something to look forward to as well.

well, work calls. Have a great day, everyone

Quote For The Day

Happiness lies in the joy of achievement and the thrill of creative effort.
- Franklin D. Roosevelt

Just Around The Corner

Friday, is just around the bend, again. Another week gone swiftly by. The first part of the week was restful as FB took the kids Monday night and brought them home Wednesday after school. Daughter took advantage of their absence to spend a couple of nights with her best friend. That left us back to four again as it once was and boy was it nice. Troll started his 9 day vacation last Saturday and he doesn't report back until next Thursday. if that doesn't compute, he gets to include his normal days off, hence they don't have to use as much PTO (paid time off). He's been a brat but I've enjoyed the tme with him. We've had some quality time I shall always cherish.

Saturday should be bowling day. We didn't go last Saturday because I was at the District meeting pretty much the whole day and by the time I got home, I was wiped out. This Saturday doesn't look good either as we have places we have to be. Maybe Sunday.

I'm planning on baking chocolate chip cookies with Pookie this weekend. She and I are looking forward to it. Although I have heard that Daughter and FB may take the kids to see Shrek III this weekend. We'll work it in.

Time for me to turn in. I have to be up early to take the kids to school. Maybe by the time I get home with my Starbucks I will settle in my hammock for a bit and think about backed up pipes and all the ways to clean them... one's ambitions can never be over the top...

Hmmmmm

You're a playful kisser.

You like the silly kind of smooch that happens when you're both laughing, happy, wet kisses where you mess up each other's hair and get the perfect amount of tongue action going. For you, kissing is about experimenting to see what feels the best at that moment. You're open to almost anything, unless it's a boring peck from someone who takes life too seriously. (But maybe after a few lessons from you, even that person will kiss like a superstar?!)

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Fw: Mother's Day Story

So, we had this great 10 year old cat named Jack who just recently died.

Jack was a great cat and the kids would carry him around and sit on him and nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang out and nap all day long on this mat in our bathroom.

Well we have 3 kids and at the time of this story they were 4 years old, 3 years old and 1 year old. The middle one is Eli. Eli really loves chapstick. LOVES it. He kept asking to use my chapstick and then losing it. So finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom I keep my chapstick and how he could use it whenever he wanted to but he needed to put it right back in the drawer when he was done.

Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush around and try to get ready for Church with everyone cryi ng and carrying on. My two boys are fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I am trying to nurse my little one at the same time I am putting on my make-up. Everything is a mess and everyone has long forgotten that this is a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood.

We finally have the older one and the baby loaded in the car and I am looking for Eli. I have searched everywhere and I finally round the corner to go into the bathroom. And there was Eli. He was applying my chapstick very carefully to Jack's . . rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes and said "chapped." Now if you have a cat, you know that he is right--their little butts do look pretty chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to mind.

And the only question to really ask at that point was whether it was the FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or the hundredth.

And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever because it reminds us that no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little creatures, there will always be that day when you realize they've been using your chapstick on the cat's butt.

*Blink* *Blink*

Uh... it's Friday. *nodnodnodnod* Soooo, where did the rest of the week go? Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I had to take the grandkids to school three days this week and after dropping them off, Daughter and I have stopped and gotten Starbucks. She has something noncaffeine, strawberries and cream, and I have a small vanilla latte. Definitely caffeine. A couple of those days I had one a step up from the small and no wonder I was up all night. *glances at her Starbucks* looks like it might be another one of those nights tonight too.

This evening I get to go pick up Daughter and two granddaughters(Pookie and Shel) from their Mother-Daughter tea at school at 1900hrs. I could have gone too, but I thought this would be something special for Daughter and her two girls.

Troll is taking the Topper and Pookie fishing Sunday, his mother's day present to me and Daughter, a bit of peace and quiet. LOL. Love that man. Troll always buys me a Mother's Day card and he always manages to make me teary-eyed. Yes, I'm sentimental like that. Daughter bought me a dozen lavender rose buds for Mother's Day. She didn't want to wait until Sunday. They're beautiful. I always did like the out-of-the-ordinary.

I had to get in Daughter's face yesterday with some hard facts and I hate being the one to do that, but, as a mother, sometimes, you got to do it. Unfortunately, with the all the drama of this past week, *sigh*, my blood pressure is up again. It wasn't all that bad, but it isn't good either, about 140/80. If it keeps up through the week, I'll no choice but to call my physican and tell her about it. Damn. I hate having to do that because I simply hate pumping my system with synthetic drugs. So, I'm going to do my best to figure a way around this. The Starbucks isn't helping either, I'm sure, but I did learn that caffeine isn't as bad as some people have been spouting in regards to high blood pressure.

Tomorrow morning I am picking up a couple of my Ladies and we're off to our District meeting of the Auxiliary. We're all delegates this year. It's election time. This meeting should be a little longer than the usual quarterly meeting because of elections and the memorial service.

The rest of the month holds a sprinkling of services to attend because of Memorial Day gatherings. As an Auxiliary memeber, it is part of my committment to be at these functions. The first being May 19th when nation wide, at the Veterans' cemetaries, there will be a bugle playing Taps at exactly 1100hrs.

The rodeo is also in town next week. Yee-haw. The Ladies are all enthused over the cowboys. *grin* They tickle me. Hey, I'm there. I adore cowboys and got lucky enough to marry one to boot. Mr M use to be on the circuit, but then his back started doing its thing and that was the end of that. Got to love them "bowling ball" butts. HEY, I'm married, not dead.

Freakin' emotional roller coaster has been kicking in again, can someone please tell me how to get off this menopausal carousel? It's not fun. Geez. I guess I should count myself lucky that I don't have the other things, like, night sweats or hot flashes and the host of other discomforts. No, yours truly, gets pegged with the emotional crap. You know, there must be some sort of Cosmic Justice in that, but I AM NOT amused. *narrowing eyes*

Another frustration is my writing. I have tons of stuff floating around in my head and I just can't get it out and on paper. So, currently, my "bench" meter is able to go from 0 to .01 seconds. Does that tell you anything? Linda Blair has nothing on me these days. If I don't find some way to get stuff creatively out of my head and on electronic paper, I may end up doing some serious damage to others. Tiptoe-ing around me will not be good enough. *growl*

Oh, and for those in the know... those friggin' troops made TWO, count them, TWO run bys yesterday and in the space of a freakin' hour. HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN??!! The worst of it? It only worked for maybe, hm, a half hour. I am doomed, I tell ya, doomed.

Tuesday

It is a simply beautiful day out today and I really rather be outside than stuck in the house, but it looks like, I'm going to have to forego the pleasure of the outside country-ness until tomorrow. I have my final newsletter to produce for the Auxiliary and I want to get that done before the Postal Service ups the price of stamps again.

Yesterday was Mr M's 61st birthday. It was a pretty quiet day. Unfortunately, Mr M had to spend most of it, working. Then he had his group theraphy meeting after that and by the time he got home it was late. The guys all took him out and bought him some drinks, which I expected. I did fix him one of his favorite dinner choices, priime rib and that turned out great. I also had fixed the guys in the group a huge pan of brownies. There wwas nothing left in the container when Mr M brought it home. Oh yeah.. and I let Mr M drive my car yesterday. *grin*

*Sigh* I don't know what I am going to do about Daughter. We are going to have to have a talk, again, about the realities of life. I got my cell phone bill yesterday. Let's just say, that I told her if she doesn't get her useage under control for this next month, I'm taking away her phone. Geez. She can't pay me everything she owes me where it is concerned anyway. Momma is not pleased, at all.

Some areas of my creativity are working just fine, but others? *growl* I keep having all these mental thoughts and ideas, but to actually sit down and write something in that one direction? It's not working. I don't know if it's lack of heart or what. I know I have something working that's pretty good, I just can't seem to further it at the moment and THAT I find frustrating.

This house looks like a tornado came through it and when I look at it, I just get so dang frustrated. Daughter has done very little about helping keep her and the kids' stuff all picked up. I know there isn't a lot of room around here, but I also know it doesn't take much effort to clean up and organize. I'm getting to the point where I am slacking because I take one look at things and I lose all inclination to do anything at all. Definitely a long talk with Daughter is in order. Come to think about it, I may end up getting in some knickers, I'm tired of talking and no realization coming to fruitation.

The natives are getting restless because the food stores are pretty low. So I guess if I want to keep the beasts calm I had best go grocery shopping sometime today. It's just that... byt the time I shop and bring it home, it all seems to disappear into some sort of black hole. Are aliens coming in late at night and raiding my frig?

Have a good one, people.

Sunday's Grace

Weather is going to be warm and fantasic. Unfortunately, I'm stuck in the house, at the desk/computer today. I have things that must be accomplished. Period. Still, I think I'll manage to find a way to play hooky if only for a bit. Come on now, it's a beautiful day out and moi? Not get out in the sunshine...not gonna happen.

In other news around the Grove:

Went bowling yesterday, it's not the shirt *grin* My first two games were awful, but the only thing I can say for myself is that I was using them to work on my game. By the third game I was okay with my 133 score.

Troll took the first game at 123 (I think). Mr M took the second at *cough* 107 and the last one was mine, at 133. Troll and his new ball are going to need to work out a bit before he gets use to it. I still don't know why he went with an 8 pound ball, that's what I use. *shrug* Mr M has a question for my writing partner in regards to... wait for it... ball size. ( I didn't say ANYthing) I just need to get off my duff and make sure Mr M gets partner's email addy.

Last night, was a rough night for me. Bad. I haven't gone through such emotional havoc in a long time. I guess it was due. I dealt with it and I'm fine this morning. Nothing I wish to go into here. Let's just say my emotional state was bad.

I got suspended from the cantina at the Post. I was called upon to report to the Post House committee and I refused. Henceforth, my suspension for 30 days for my refusal to testify in the welfare of the Post. Bull pucky.

There has been a lot of gossip floating down around that place and I have finally reached the end of my bullcrap meter. The committee refused (as far as I know) to call in one of the people invovled in the so called incident, the other person involved is still out of town. When I heard the crap, I went straight to the source and she informed me what was said. The House Committee found out that I knew what was actually said and so, they wanted me at the meeting instead of having the round spherical objects that all men are equipped with, to call the person who spoke in the first place, they rather call me in to repeat, get this, GOSSIP. And this whole matter? Stems around.. guess... GOSSIP. *eye roll* They may indulge themselves in self intimate sexual practice. The damn buck stops with me. I am tired of this crap. I am tired of the lousy, sleezy, power overlording, politics. There are 4 men in my life that I even consider listening to and I promise you, none of them down there are one of them, let alone doing what they tell me... three of them can lay claim to that and only because it's what I want to do. Consequently, because I bucked the overlord I got a 30 day suspension. It's not like I didn't see that coming. I was just waiting for it to happen. No one tells him no. Well, apparently, someone does. Apparently, someone has some moxie to stand up to him. I stood up for my principles and for that, I'll take the consequences. As a side note: I don't live down there, so suspending me for 30 days is no hardship, in fact, I consider it a vacation.

Uh-huh

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The Five Love Languages

My Primary Love Language is Physical Touch

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Quality Time:	7
Words of Affirmation:	5
Receiving Gifts:	4
Acts of Service:	2

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