Oregon 2007

For several years I took a trip by myself to see my friend Cindy in Springfield, Oregon and then would head to the coast and drive up to Seaside. It's an absolutely beautiful trip and I looked forward to it every year. Not just to visit with an old friend but to see the beauty of the ocean and miles and miles of beach that the coast has to offer.

It has been a few years since I've done the trip and this year I was determined to make the effort and go for it. I wasn't disappointed. Cindy's now moved into a house of her and her kids are grown up but we continued our friendship right where we left off. It's always been a comfortable kind of friendship...years ago we were roommates at College in Hawaii. Then she stayed and married a couple of times and had some kids and I moved on but we stayed in touch and we still are the best of friends.

The coast as always is spectacular and I love spending time in Seaside. It's growing and has a lot of new construction and full of people on holidays. A wonderful place just to sit by the ocean and enjoy the view.

The Confessional

The new priest is nervous about hearing confessions, so he asks the older priest to sit in on his sessions. The new priest hears a couple confessions, then the old priest asks him to step out of the confessional for a few suggestions.

The old priest suggests," Cross your arms over your chest, and rub your chin with one hand.... and try saying things like, 'I see', 'yes', 'go on', and 'I understand'."

The new priest crosses his arms, rubs his chin with one hand and repeats all the suggested remarks to the old priest.

The old priest says,"Now, don't you think that's a little better than slapping your knee and saying, "No shit?.... what happened next?"

Demolition Time

and I've got the photos to prove it. Christine and I took down the last remaining cabinet standing in our dining room. It's of the 70's era, you know, fake dark panelled look with glossy mirrors on the wall, spindles, the works. Once the fashion statement of every rumpus room in the 70's it's now in the trash!

AND I took out the little wall separating it from the living room. I am woman! Christine helped a lot as well her prissy little whippet Moses.Speaking of Moses, the little darling jumped in his Mom's lap when the thunder started on Saturday evening. My big fierce warrior princess of a dog just rolled over and wanted me to scratch her stomach because that's what she does.

We had a great weekend, the weather was lousy for some of it and sunny for some of it so we went to the lake and Maggie got to swim in the lake with her friend Deka while Moses (the wimp) held up one paw and said, "I don't have to go in the water, I have a note" Besides that he's a whippet. Enough said.

Off to Big Country

I'm taking off for a few days up to...you guess it, AGAIN!!! This time with my friend Christine, her dog Moses and my dog Maggie. Moses has been there several times but his mom hasn't so this weekend is her turn. Maggie's pretty excited about the whole thing. We've got some demolition work to do in the dining room so the final stage of the new cupboards can be installed. It's all coming along. So much to do but looking at the photos of when we bought the place it's amazing to see how much has already been done.

All In A Day's Work

Since I spend about 8 hours of my day just driving around, well that and waiting in Hospital lobbies, and stopping here, there and every where, I thought I'd bring a camera along and photograph some of the interesting sights I see in a day. Stay tuned for more updates. The world's a crazy place. And that's not even talking about some of my clients.

A little pet peeve of mine

A little pet peeve of mine is poor spelling. Drives me nuts. I know, short drive. Recently I've come across some really bad spelling mistakes, ya think?

More Great Tee Shirts

My friends came back from the island today with a shirt for just little ole me! Me, me, me!!! Yippee!!! I can't imagine why they thought of me when they saw this shirt, no idea.........................hmmmmmm, ok, well I have kinda sorta an idea. It has to do with my deep love for coffee and a special fondness for a certain kind.

I got a new shirt, I got a new shirt, I got a new shirt!!!I love my Timmy's and I'm not afraid to show it!

OK, that's it for now. As you were.

Some Things Just Have to Be Shared

Haunting Questions

Can you cry under water?

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How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?

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Why do you have to 'put your two cents in'.. but it's only a 'penny for your thoughts'? Where's that extra penny going to?

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Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?

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Why does a round pizza come in a square box?

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What disease did cured ham actually have?

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How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?

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Why is it that people say they 'slept like a baby' when babies wake up like every two hours?

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If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?

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Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?

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Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?

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Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway.

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Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?

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Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane ?

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If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat?

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Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs!

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If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?

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If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?

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Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?

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Why did you just try singing the two songs above?

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Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but call it a hemorrhoid when it's in your butt?

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Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?

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Weekend With Bad Betty

Ever see the movie "Weekend at Bernie's"? hmmm, it looked a little familiar this weekend when my mom (aka Bad Betty) came up to the cottage with us. I couldn't put my finger on it at first but it finally came to me.
When we were in town I saw a great mug for Chris, (aka Queen of Duct Tape). Chris is of the belief that duct tape will be the thing that holds the world together.
She's also the one in the family with the "fix-it" skills. Amazing woman that she is, she tackles the leaks under the sink single-handedly, armed only with a flashlight.
I'm more of the thinking type...when I get a wave of ambition I sit down and think about it until it passes. That's me, always thinking.
It was a fun weekend and we were able to order the materials for our new roof. Yippee! That'll be a big project but one that will last us the rest of our lives.

A Little Acid?

Today I picked up a lady on my bus named "J". J is a mental health client with let's say, "issues". She attends a drop-in place sometimes in the afternoons and rides the bus there and back. It's a place for people with similiar issues. Basically a really easy place to work unless someone goes off their meds.

J got on the bus and is her usual habit, proceeded to tell me all of her aches and pains. It varies from trip to trip. Today it was her ulcer. It acted up 3 months ago and the Dr. put her on meds and she thinks she's all better now and wants the Dr. to tell her that she's right. She won't actually make an appt. to see the Dr., she'll just tag along the next time her husband goes and sees his Dr. and get an opinion as they're being shoved out the door.

She told me all about her symptoms and having had ulcers in the past I could sympathize with her so I was listening attentively. She said something about staying away from alcohol and I said that was probably a good idea and then she said "oh, and juice too". With that in mind, I said, "Right, acid isn't good for you."

To my surprise, the conversation suddenly switched and J said, "Oh no, I only did acid once or twice, I've always preferred pot".

Did I miss something?

That was my chuckle for today. Always a good laugh dart'n.

How To Tell The Sex Of A Fly

A woman walked into the kitchen to find her husband stalking around with a fly swatter

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Hunting flies" he responded.

"Oh. ! Killing any?" she asked.

"Yep, 3 males, 2 Females," he replied.

Intrigued, she asked. "How can you tell them apart?"

He responded,

"3 were on a beer can, 2 were on the phone. "