It's been a long damn visit and I'm ready to head back to Northern California!

 Holy guacamole it was humid today! I walked outside this morning and my glasses fogged up! Thing is, I live in the desert! I've lived in California all my life. Mostly in Northern California. (I'm in extreme So Cal, so anything North of here is Northern) Correction! Come to think of it. I've lived half my life here in the desert.
 How did I end up in the desert you ask? I was tricked! I was living in Weed California. My significant other is from the area that I live in now. We decided to come down here to visit. Well let me tell ya, it's been a long damn visit. Our oldest son was born down here and he's 24. Does that give you an idea of how long of a visit it's been?
 We have two season's here in the desert. HOT and HOTTER! Winter's here are absolutely beautiful. The nights are cold. Hell, sometimes I have to cover my outdoor plants because of a freeze. Days are beautiful. Temps in the 80's. Makes it hard to complain.
 Summer? Ugh! That's a different story! Some days are hotter then others. One day it will be a toasty 105° and the next day it will be a scorching 115°!  The humidity! I had no idea California had humidity until I "visited" here. I'd say the humidity is comparable to what the humidity is (what I remember it was like) in Wisconsin.
 One thing about humidity? Who'd have known my hair was so curly?! I knew it had a wave to it. But OMG!! I can put it in ringlets it's so curly! Good thing it's past my shoulders. If it was short it would be a frizzier mess!

  I've decided to take a hiatus from Facebook. It's really making me quit bitchy! I'm tired of all the political posts, and click bait. The untrue or partially true stories. Oh and the spelling, hard to take anyone serious when their spelling or internet abbreviated spelling is so bad or worse, DELIBERATE!
 
 Some of those bad spellers are victims of auto correct or a misplaced finger. I can let that slide. But it's the obvious word after word that's being misspelled. The use of "u" for you and "y" for why and "bttr" is that used for better or butter?  To think some of those horrible spellers were in the same exact school system I was in. *sigh*

 Let's not forget about those missing children. You know the one's who have been found already. They were either found safely or deceased. Could you imagine being the mother of one of those poor babies that was found dead. Being reminded that your child is no longer among the living. Seeing your child listed as still missing. Years after they were found, because someone didn't bother to find out the facts!

 How about the pictures of children with hemangioma birthmarks, claiming they have cancer. Like, Share and say Amen! Facebook will give $1.00 for every like and share! Seriously?! Are people really that dumb?! Apparently they are! Some of those people are my family and friends!

 I don't remember making a Facebook account. I do know that I made one and then forgot about it. I made an account in 2007 and didn't really start using it until 2009. I thought it would be a good way of keeping in contact with family members. I did find some long lost family members and old friends. But is my sanity really worth it? Is becoming a bitter bitch really worth it?

I'm back?

 WOW! It's been a little over 4 years since I've written anything on here. There's been a lot going on in my life (good and bad) I don't even know where to begin. I thought if I started blogging again, maybe it would give me some much needed therapy. I'll start with the greatest, most wonderful things that have happened in the past few years.
 Three years ago this coming Valentine's Day my first grandchild was born. Her name is Lily and she's the most adorable little bug (Grandma's nickname for her) and since then I've been blessed with two more grandchildren and they are equally adorable! Liam, who turned 1 December 13th and Emma who will be 1 February 23rd. They are the loves of my life! I have yet to meet Liam though and I hope to soon.
 Liam lives with his mommy and daddy (my son) in Qualicum Beach on Vancouver Island British Columbia, Canada. It might be just over the Washington State border, but from where I live it might as well be a million miles away. My heart aches knowing that he has turned a year old and I have yet to be able to give him hugs and kisses. Lily and Emma, what can I say? They fill my heart with joy! My mom was right. The best part about being a grandparent is you get to spoil them rotten and then send them home.  Grandma and Papa spoil them, especially Papa. Sometimes I think Papa enjoy's it more than I do :)
 Well enough for now. I'll be back soon. I need to get my thoughts together before the next installment. Hint....Scoliosis or mental illness? The latter is more depressing. Pun not intended.

IMHO

I know I haven't posted anything in awhile, and after such a long absence maybe I should be talking about what I did over the summer....but I'm not.

I'm sure you have heard about the tragedy here in California. 8 people died at the California 200 off-road race. My heart goes out to the family and friends of those who passed and of those who were injured. Being an off-roader myself it's troubling to hear of such news.

Another troubling report about this story is how race fan's were throwing rocks at the driver of the truck. As sad as this accident is, it was just that, an accident. Those people made a conscience decision to stand next to the road. I'm sure they knew the risks of standing so close to the road that they could reach out and touch any one of the vehicles that passed by.

What does it mean?

I had a strange dream last night. I was dreaming of my mom. My mom passed away in February of 1996, even though it's not unusual to dream about her. When I do it's usually in past tense not in present tense. Last night it was in present tense.

It started off with my mom coming down here to my house. We were going to take a trip to Kate's in Australia. In my dream there was no ocean to cross and I drove all the way. Next part of the dream that I remember is Kate serving (American style) breakfast to her Aussie and American friends (who now live in Australia) but she's trying to raise enough money so she can move back, so she's charging them for breakfast.

Then I remember my mom arguing with somebody (which was not in her nature) because Kate slaved so hard making french toast and the person didn't like it. Then I remember Kate saying something like "that was 60 cents down the drain". The whole time I was doing dishes (which I hate doing) and then Kate got mad at me because I wasn't being fast enough or she thought I missed a dish, something like that. I don't remember it clearly.

My dream ended there, because I woke up to lights coming from the living room, at first I thought it was a cop car because the lights were red and blue. I got up and realized that Sis was up watching cartoons, it was 4:30 in the a.m.

A few things I've learned over the years...

Here are a few things I've learned over the years, either through my own experiences or through other's experiences. These are in no particular order...

Always, and I mean always. Wash your hands thoroughly before rubbing your eyes, scratching your nose or using the bathroom after handling jalapeno peppers.

Never assume, that just because your dad raises Honey Bee's and your not screaming, that the Bumble Bee who has just landed on your knee isn't going to sting you.

Always make sure that your foot is firmly placed while climbing into a vehicle that requires running boards.

Never assume that you have learned your lesson the first time you cut yourself climbing through a barbed wire fence.

Never turn your back on a flock of geese.

Never assume you are far enough through a door way before you turn around. You'll blacken an eye for sure.

Always make sure that your body is fully out of the car before shutting the door. I've bruised my hip many times doing this.

Never! And I mean never, pull a http://http//www.zoingoboingo.com/ Zoingo Boingo out from underneath a chair. It will snap back and get you every time, and you'll end up on crutches.

Multiple pairs of underwear will not protect your bottom.

When drinking, never assume you can jump over that board with a nail sticking out of it.

Never assume that just because your sitting on a skate board, that you can't fall off and break your hand.

Never throw a pipe at a tire swing, it will bounce back and hit you in the eye.

I'll argue with you till we're blue in the face. Skunks smell better then stock yards.

And lastly

Never plunge a toilet while barefoot.

That's MY JOB!

My daughter turned 10 in February, she still plays with Barbie's and believes in Santa Clause. She is my only daughter and the youngest of my four children. I believe there is an appropriate time and place when a mother should have "the talk" about a girls changing body and sex. Well, unfortunately the 13 yr old next door neighbor girl has beaten me to it.

I knew that this was the year I was going to have to talk to my daughter about how her body was going to change soon. Like having to wear a bra and how she (hopefully not to early) would eventually get her period. I wanted to be the one who told her about it. Well a few months ago the girl next door told her about it. What she couldn't tell her, is why?

Last night my daughter informed me that the girl next door has now told her about sex (intercourse). Ok, this is where I'm drawing a line. I'm wondering if I should confront her alone or perhaps include her father in on this conversation. Either way I'm confronting her with this. I'm not going to ask her to stop. I'm going to tell her.

Teaching my daughter about the facts of life is MY JOB, not some un-informed 13 yr old girls job. Now I need to find out from my daughter exactly what was told to her, so I can make sure she is educated about it correctly. I would of preferred to have this talk next year or the year after that, but it's obvious that's not happening.