There's a web site out of my hometown/county that I view on a daily basis. How would I describe it? It's news of the county and beyond, but then I don't think the people who put it together claim to be reporters in a sense. They inform the county of what's going on as far as, who's running for which office or if somebody is raising money for an event. New businesses that are opening, you get my drift!
My favorite part of the whole site is it's poll. And no matter what the poll is about, somebody is going to make it political. Then you have the transplants from the bay area and beyond (not all) who think because they're from the city, they're so much smarter then the uneducated country bumpkins. Almost like we're an Indigenous people or something, and we have no knowledge of the outside world.
It amazes me how they complain about the locals and their country way of thinking, but then turn around in the same breath and talk about one of the reasons they moved from the city is because they love that small town feel. Some of those people can get down right snotty with each other on that website. I'll admit it. I've partaken in the snottyness. I don't usually start it, but I will defend myself or any of the locals, who are being slandered. It's just that bitchy nature of mine. :)
Friday, April 16, 2010
Telling it like it is.....
You know when I first decided to become a blog spotter, I had no intention of writing my own blog. I only made an acct because my sisters MIL (mother in-law) lives in Australia (originally from CA) and I thought it would be a great way to get to know her. She's a wonderful blogger and I really look forward to and enjoy her posts.
I don't really consider myself UN-interesting, but my life's not that exciting, and I'm sure you don't want to hear about how many handfuls of Mulberry's I picked today or how disgusting I think it is to pick up dog crap. And as you can see I only have 1 follower. She's family, she has no choice.
So if you happened upon my blog, no doubt it was because of a typo or the Internet got all jumbled up in the atmosphere (if that's what happens) and directed you to my blog. For that I apologize. But if you happen to stick around to read this, Thank You! I appreciate it.
I'm a mother of 4. 3 boys and 1 girl, their ages are 27, 18, 14 and 10 and yes I know that their spaced out. What can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment. I've been 29 for years now. And although in my mind I think younger, my body sometimes feels like the 80 yr old man who lives across the street from me...old
Home is a small town in the Sierra Nevada Footills, but I live in the Southern California Desert now. Not by choice, but by necessity. Why would anybody really choose to live down here. Especially during the summer when it's 120 degrees. The winters are nice though, and while the rest of the country is freezing their asses off. I'm enjoying temps in the 70's.
My family and I like to go out to the desert and ride. We have a couple jeeps, a motorcycle and a quad. No, were not rich, they were all bought used. And my ole man worked plenty of OT to save up the money to buy them. I enjoy going out to the Hauser Geode Beds and digging up rocks (geodes). We like to go camping and fishing.
I'm short, (5'4") a 100 something pounds, I hate wearing shoes and I speak my mind, because it really hurts when I bite my tongue. I consider myself a Redneck, but my ole man calls me an Okie (my grandma was from OK). I don't do anything I don't want to and do things when I'm told I can't. Basically I'm stubborn. I'll be the first to admit that I'm a bitch, even before you call me one. But if standing up for myself and what I believe in makes me a bitch, then so be it. I'm a bitch!
Well it's time for me to get off of here and go outside and enjoy the rest of the morning. The days are getting warmer and it won't be to long from now that it's going to be to hot to do anything outdoors.
I don't really consider myself UN-interesting, but my life's not that exciting, and I'm sure you don't want to hear about how many handfuls of Mulberry's I picked today or how disgusting I think it is to pick up dog crap. And as you can see I only have 1 follower. She's family, she has no choice.
So if you happened upon my blog, no doubt it was because of a typo or the Internet got all jumbled up in the atmosphere (if that's what happens) and directed you to my blog. For that I apologize. But if you happen to stick around to read this, Thank You! I appreciate it.
I'm a mother of 4. 3 boys and 1 girl, their ages are 27, 18, 14 and 10 and yes I know that their spaced out. What can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment. I've been 29 for years now. And although in my mind I think younger, my body sometimes feels like the 80 yr old man who lives across the street from me...old
Home is a small town in the Sierra Nevada Footills, but I live in the Southern California Desert now. Not by choice, but by necessity. Why would anybody really choose to live down here. Especially during the summer when it's 120 degrees. The winters are nice though, and while the rest of the country is freezing their asses off. I'm enjoying temps in the 70's.
My family and I like to go out to the desert and ride. We have a couple jeeps, a motorcycle and a quad. No, were not rich, they were all bought used. And my ole man worked plenty of OT to save up the money to buy them. I enjoy going out to the Hauser Geode Beds and digging up rocks (geodes). We like to go camping and fishing.
I'm short, (5'4") a 100 something pounds, I hate wearing shoes and I speak my mind, because it really hurts when I bite my tongue. I consider myself a Redneck, but my ole man calls me an Okie (my grandma was from OK). I don't do anything I don't want to and do things when I'm told I can't. Basically I'm stubborn. I'll be the first to admit that I'm a bitch, even before you call me one. But if standing up for myself and what I believe in makes me a bitch, then so be it. I'm a bitch!
Well it's time for me to get off of here and go outside and enjoy the rest of the morning. The days are getting warmer and it won't be to long from now that it's going to be to hot to do anything outdoors.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
My Neighborhood
Let me tell you about my neighborhood. It's a nice middle class neighborhood, with a range of different people. We have retirees and families. People of different religions. We have the partiers, and the very straight laced. And like with most neighborhoods, we have the grumpy old man who hates everybody and the woman who yells at the kids who are misbehaving, disrespecting or causing trouble.
I pride myself on keeping the kids on the straight and narrow. Yes! I am the woman who keeps the kids in line. If I see a child who thinks it would be fun to run up onto and then jump on the hood of a neighbors car, I will correct that. If I see a child harassing somebody's dog, I will correct that too.
There's an older couple who has moved across the street from me. I'm assuming it's their daughter (but she doesn't live there) who visits the couple daily and usually is there by the time school lets out. She is a cop, of the rental kind. With a big attitude to match.
I kinda have to laugh (scratch that) I do laugh. Because she walks around in her uniform with her right hand on her hip, ready to whip out that pepper spray if the need be. I can just picture a criminal with a hand gun running away in fear with his hands flailing in the air, screaming like a little girl because she is armed with pepper spray and an attitude. NOT!
I've noticed that the kids, make a point to walk on my side of the street now though. Guess they like me better :)
I pride myself on keeping the kids on the straight and narrow. Yes! I am the woman who keeps the kids in line. If I see a child who thinks it would be fun to run up onto and then jump on the hood of a neighbors car, I will correct that. If I see a child harassing somebody's dog, I will correct that too.
There's an older couple who has moved across the street from me. I'm assuming it's their daughter (but she doesn't live there) who visits the couple daily and usually is there by the time school lets out. She is a cop, of the rental kind. With a big attitude to match.
I kinda have to laugh (scratch that) I do laugh. Because she walks around in her uniform with her right hand on her hip, ready to whip out that pepper spray if the need be. I can just picture a criminal with a hand gun running away in fear with his hands flailing in the air, screaming like a little girl because she is armed with pepper spray and an attitude. NOT!
I've noticed that the kids, make a point to walk on my side of the street now though. Guess they like me better :)
Thursday, April 8, 2010
My Poor Sis
Sis, my daughter (nickname of course) has really been spooked by the recent earthquake and aftershocks that we've been having. You see, she was at the local park on an Easter Egg Hunt with her neighbor friend and his Grandma. So when the earthquake hit on Easter Sunday she was basically alone (without her family).
She has been carrying around her Easter Basket with her favorite things (ipod, dsi, stuffed animals) and some things she feels she may need and won't be able to get to, such as Claritin, eye drops and her tooth brush. It's kind of funny when you think of it, but hey. Her allergies won't be acting up and her eyes won't be itchy, if we happen to end up homeless because of an earthquake.
She doesn't want to be left alone in a room by herself. Her Tio told her that you shouldn't close any doors, because in an earthquake they could get jammed and then you wouldn't be able to open them. So last night, she slept with me in my room. I finally convinced her to let me shut the door. I told her that if all else fails I would break the big double paned plate glass window. When she asked me what I would use, I told her that I would hit it with the barrel of my .22 rifle. She settled down and finally went to sleep.
I'm hoping as time goes on and the aftershocks lessen, she will be comfortable enough to be in a room by herself and not feel she needs to go to sleep with her shoes on, in fear of glass breaking and cutting her feet. But until then, I will be patient and reassuring her everyday that things will be alright.
She has been carrying around her Easter Basket with her favorite things (ipod, dsi, stuffed animals) and some things she feels she may need and won't be able to get to, such as Claritin, eye drops and her tooth brush. It's kind of funny when you think of it, but hey. Her allergies won't be acting up and her eyes won't be itchy, if we happen to end up homeless because of an earthquake.
She doesn't want to be left alone in a room by herself. Her Tio told her that you shouldn't close any doors, because in an earthquake they could get jammed and then you wouldn't be able to open them. So last night, she slept with me in my room. I finally convinced her to let me shut the door. I told her that if all else fails I would break the big double paned plate glass window. When she asked me what I would use, I told her that I would hit it with the barrel of my .22 rifle. She settled down and finally went to sleep.
I'm hoping as time goes on and the aftershocks lessen, she will be comfortable enough to be in a room by herself and not feel she needs to go to sleep with her shoes on, in fear of glass breaking and cutting her feet. But until then, I will be patient and reassuring her everyday that things will be alright.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Unforgettable Easter
Back in 1989 I was living in Redwood City when the Loma Prieta Earthquake hit San Francisco. I had no responsibility's back then other then me, myself and my job. It didn't seem to be to big of a deal. It was a story to tell. But, 20 years and 3 more kids later, things have changed. I live in Southern California now, about 10/15 minutes from Mexicali Mexico where the most recent earthquake hit on Easter Sunday.
This is an Easter I will never forget. This earthquake hit HARD. It didn't just shake the windows and rattle a few plates, it tossed the inside of my house around like a washing machine on a wash cycle. My youngest son and I got out of the house to safety, but my ole man, my 18 yr old son (who was in the shower) and his girlfriend were still in the house. I had so many thoughts screaming through my head. Is my daughter alright?! She was at the park with a friend and his grandma on an Easter Egg Hunt. Is Miguel and the kids going to make it out safely?! Please let them get out of the house before it comes crashing down on them! (as I'm typing this, we have yet, another aftershock)
I'm usually pretty thick skinned, but this recent earthquake really got to me. I'm now, (3 days later) getting back in my usual routine. I want my kids within yelling distance. As of this moment there have been 1350 aftershocks since the initial 7.2 earthquake, so you can see why I don't want them out of my sight. That's a lot of aftershocks and I've heard experts say it's possible for there to be an aftershock of 6.0 within a few days after the main quake. I'm not much for praying, but lets pray there won't be.
An update to this post. I was checking out the USGS website, they (USGS) updated their info to include a 6.6 magnitude earthquake within seconds of the initial quake on Easter just out of Ocotillo CA, which is just a few miles east of where I live. So it was 2 earthquakes within seconds of each other on the same fault line.
An update to my update: Now the USGS has omitted the 6.6 earthquake. I wish they would make up my mind! Hey ! USGS! Get your data straight before you post it will you!
This is an Easter I will never forget. This earthquake hit HARD. It didn't just shake the windows and rattle a few plates, it tossed the inside of my house around like a washing machine on a wash cycle. My youngest son and I got out of the house to safety, but my ole man, my 18 yr old son (who was in the shower) and his girlfriend were still in the house. I had so many thoughts screaming through my head. Is my daughter alright?! She was at the park with a friend and his grandma on an Easter Egg Hunt. Is Miguel and the kids going to make it out safely?! Please let them get out of the house before it comes crashing down on them! (as I'm typing this, we have yet, another aftershock)
I'm usually pretty thick skinned, but this recent earthquake really got to me. I'm now, (3 days later) getting back in my usual routine. I want my kids within yelling distance. As of this moment there have been 1350 aftershocks since the initial 7.2 earthquake, so you can see why I don't want them out of my sight. That's a lot of aftershocks and I've heard experts say it's possible for there to be an aftershock of 6.0 within a few days after the main quake. I'm not much for praying, but lets pray there won't be.
An update to this post. I was checking out the USGS website, they (USGS) updated their info to include a 6.6 magnitude earthquake within seconds of the initial quake on Easter just out of Ocotillo CA, which is just a few miles east of where I live. So it was 2 earthquakes within seconds of each other on the same fault line.
An update to my update: Now the USGS has omitted the 6.6 earthquake. I wish they would make up my mind! Hey ! USGS! Get your data straight before you post it will you!
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