You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar

I'm assuming this is the song he was singing.

I Went Searching

Do you know how hard it is to find something that says "happy" where we live? After driving around and around, I remembered I had a birthday card in my car. Thank you to the Veteran's Memorial for "memorial" and a furniture store for "day".

I had a goal of finishing a book that I'm reading by Memorial Day. I failed. According to my sister, it must not be "interesting enough". That's not it. I just enjoy sleeping rather than reading at 2 am.

It's called "The Good War". I don't pick the most uplifting books, again according to my sister; Breast cancer and World War II. But I've enjoyed it so far. What I've really enjoyed is at the end of each account, the person tells what they've learned from the War.

Sarah Killingsworth said, "In ways it was too bad that so many lives were lost. But I think it was for a worthy cause, because it did make a way for us."

General William Buster added, "I'm certainly not a warlike. I always think, Blessed be the peacemakers. But somebody's gotta take care of the peacemakers while they're makin' peace."

I don't want to sound like a broken record since I express my gratitude for soldiers often (it seems like) but again, I'm very appreciative for the lives that were given so I can be free.

Until the 4th of July for another patriotic spiel. That one will be oozing with red, white and blue.

Advice We Could All Use

This video was played at the meeting I attended last night. It's a bit lengthy but well worth your time. Enjoy!



P.S. - Why are German accents so cute?! I just love zee vay zey sound :o)

P.P.S. - I didn't know much...rather anything, about Elder Busche so I turned to LDS.org and found this.

Give & Receive

We are now just 2 months shy of the Avon Walk! I can't believe how fast the time has gone. The walk will be here before I know it. So far, my Mom and I have walked 17 miles during our Saturday walks. Only 7 more to reach our training goal that we accomplished last year.

I'm lucky to have received 4 movie passes to the Cinema West Theatres. (There's a list of locations on their website) They were more than willing to donate them to this wonderful cause! I'm so grateful for their generosity!

The first 4 people that make a donation of $25 or more, will receive 1 pass each to the movies. I know they'll go fast!

I know I say it all the time but I really am grateful for all of you and the support you've offered me. It helps to know I have a group of cheerleaders behind me.

Also, this girl was on the news this morning. Listen to her story here.

Leaving Their Mark

Photo by Me ↑

On my walk this morning, I noticed the insane amount of traveling our local snails are doing. Their snail slime, which is really just mucus, resembled the ice after an ice skater has performed their routine. I managed not to step on one single snail, even with my gigantic feet. Consider that going "green".


Obviously not much is happening with us if I'm posting about snails.

Food of the Gods

Apparently it's a movie that was released in 1976. But that's not where I'm taking it.

This is where I'm taking it...I love popcorn...I really do. I get it from my Pop. He'd make popcorn every Sunday night in the pot that had the copper bottom. For some reason, the popcorn always tasted better the next day. More time for the salt to penetrate the kernels? I don't know but whatever scientific reaction was taking place, it was good.

Give me kettle corn, popcorn balls, salted, buttered, cheese (like those tins...Pop used to get those as gifts) caramel, whatever! As long as it's popped corn.

Déjà vu of some sorts

During the summer of 2005, I had taken an aerobics class at the local community college for some P.E. credits. To avoid paying a parking fee to the school, I parked at the Institute building across the street.

One of the things we did in the class was walk for about 15 minutes around the pool. Our teacher wouldn't lock the classroom while we walked so I was hesitant about leaving my purse in an unattended class. Therefore, I decided to leave my purse in the trunk of my car while I was in class.

This one day in particular, I parked my car, got out and headed towards the trunk. I noticed a suspicious man walking past the parking lot, looking at me. For one moment, I thought, "Don't leave your purse in your trunk" but I didn't like the alternative (of leaving it in the classroom) so I brushed my worries away and continued with my original plan. I locked the doors and went on my way to class.

After class, I walked back to my car and could see that the passenger side window was broken. I got that "yuck" feeling and poked my head inside to see that the backseat was unlocked and folded over, so the trunk was exposed. This [not so nice word] that passed me earlier had broken into my car and stolen my purse. Completely my fault for not listening to my gut but I was still angry at him.

I immediately started crying and without my purse that had my cellphone in it, I had to go into the Institute (still crying) and ask to use their phone. I called my mom and she said she'd be right there. In the meantime, I made some calls to put a "hold" on everything so this [not so nice word] wouldn't get any satisfaction of stealing my belongings except for the $5 that I had in my wallet.

My mom arrived, she followed me home (as the remnants of my window broke loose of the frame and were whisked away with the wind on the freeway) and I spent the rest of the afternoon worrying. This [not so nice word] had my house key, drivers license, address etc. and I had no clue what he was capable of.

My family had just sat down for dinner when there was a knock at the door. It was my friend, Robert, and he said some woman called him and said she had my wallet. I couldn't figure out how in the heck she got his number but then remembered that I had his number on a tiny piece of paper in the coin section of my wallet. I thanked him profusely, called the woman and scheduled a meeting to get my things.

Long story short, I got all of the items in my wallet back but not my cute purse. She said she saw the pictures of sweet little Claire and assumed I was a mother and I needed my things back. She apparently had found the items in a trash can in Oakland.

Fast forward to Tuesday, May 5th. I had a dream that night that our home had been robbed. Everything of value was taken and I remembered the violated feeling I felt the day my purse was stolen. The thought of someone else having my things is not the best feeling. I told LaVor about my dream (as proof that I'm psychic and if my dreams ever come true, I have someone else to confirm my powers) and he laughed it off.

I found something out last night that would confirm my psychic abilities. I'll go into details when some time has passed but that feeling has reared its ugly head...again.