Girls Weekend coming up!

Getting together with childhood friends and fellow Junior High cheerleaders, Teri and Jewel this weekend.  It will be a very dignified and mature weekend, I'm sure.  Hopefully there will be no trips to the emergency room,...  but I am taking bail money.

I am the luckiest person I know....

I have a wonderful family.  My daughters and grandaughter, my Mom and my siblings, their offspring, and THEIR offspring, are all so fun, and cute, and weird, and wonderful. Very few people have as close a family as I do.     GROUP HUUUUGGGGG!!!!!

And,... I love my job.  At a time when most people are grateful to have ANY kind of job, I have one of the best jobs I've ever had. I'm getting paid to do what I love to do. What could be better?  It keeps me challenged, but not really stressed.  I love everybody I work with.  And my boss is such a sweetie.  (But I can't let him know that,... he thinks he's a bad azz.  Shhhhh... ) 

And, I have fantastic friends who are always there for me. Always ready to spend some time and provide a chuckle or two.  I've recently found some that I  haven't seen in many years. And yet we just seem to pick up where we left off.    

There are many more ways in which I have been blessed.

I am so lucky! 

Ah, piss on it. You knew I couldh't do it...

 OK, at no time did I ever say that was a picture of MY pie!  I said I'd made a pie.  And I wanted to put a picture of an apple pie in the post, so I used google images and found a fricken pie. Geez, ... I was lucky to have MADE the damn thing, let alone take pictures of it, and THEN download them onto the computer AND post it to my blog?  Hello?  It's me!  Lala!  Am I EVER that organized? 
- head shake of disbelief-
Oh!  And yes! I was proud that i had cooked something for,... um,... i'll just keep calling him The Harmonica Player.  He has cooked 3 big beautiful meals for me, so I wanted to cook him a pie. 

You know, only one other time in my whole life have I ever had a beau that made me want to go out of my way and do especially nice things for him. That one guy was unique. But The Harmonica Player makes me want to be a better person too.  I don't know if I'm  explaining this right, or what the heck it means, but I like the way it makes me feel. 
- thumbs in ears, tongue sticking out -

Did I miss anything?

Grrrrr!!!!

I've only been back to blogging for 1 day, and already,  I've screwed up my blog.  Now I remember why I quit blogging.  At least on Facebook, THEY screwed up everything FOR me!

My goodness, it's been so long since I've posted a blog, I'm not sure I remember how to do it!  But I, like so many others, am sick and tired of facebook.  So let's see how this works.  I don't have many subscribers, so feel free to subscribe.  (It just makes me feel good to think people are reading it.)

 

So much has happened in the past year,... 

I'm still working for the same garden center, but I started doing all the buying of trees and shrubs this last spring, and now I'm also the Asst. Manager.  Actually, I think my official title is "Junior Assisant Night Manager In Training".  :o)

 

I've recently gotten back into bluegrass music, with a special appreciation for harmonica.  (wink!)

 

And.... if you know me, you'll never believe this,... but I've been COOKING for said harmonica player.   Yes, REAL cooking, like in a kitchen, with a stove an' stuff!  I made him an apple pie last week, and now I'm roasting a chicken!  (I had to touch raw chicken!  Eeewww!)  Geez, what is happening to me that I want to cook for him?  Well, not to worry,  I'm sure it won't last long. 

 

 

 

My home on the island...

Maggie, checking out her new hood.

I've had a few people ask me about my crazy decision to buy an RV. I thought this response seemed like a good one to share on my blog.

I've been single for about 5 years now. I've had a couple of relationships, some family issues and job challenges, that have taken me from Boise to Portland, back to Boise again, up to Anacortes, WA, and now I'm back in Portland once more.

Frankly, I'm tired of packing and moving and un packing, and so I've decided that since I can't seem to land in one place,... I'm going to live in a portable house.

I found a wonderful place to park my RV. It's on an island at the confluence of the two large rivers. Almost half the island is preserved bird and wildlife habitate. I'm a bird nerd, they just facinate me, so I feel lucky to be here for peak migration time, too. I'm going to be surrounded by birds. ^_^

The best part about my new little home is that now, if I need to be where my children and grandchildren are, I can go. If I want to move to another town, I can go. If I want to park everything for a few months to travel, I can go. If I don't like my neighbors,... they can go!

Flexibility - that's what it's all about, baby! ;o)

My little sweat shop....

Wednesdays and Thursdays are my usual days off. On my days off, I try to work in the yard, take Maggie for walks or hikes, and enjoy some relaxation time. But my sewing business seems to be going a little too well, so I'm spending my days off sewing like crazy. The problem is, it's been hovering around 100 degrees, and there is no A/C in Popeye's house.
*** Oops, I better back up for a minute!*** Let me explain something... Because of a blogging 'run in' with a wealthy person with a fitting name, I now change names on my blog. So,the nice man that is letting me stay at his house will now be called Popeye, because he fancies himself a sailor, but never seems to be on a boat. (Ever notice that about Popeye? He's always on land! What's up with that???)

OH! By the way - I did not have a stalker. I found out that - uh,.. I'll call him "Peter Richy" now -was the REAL thing. Silly me! I really did think he was some bored internet creep that was bugging me. But nope! He was the real thing.

Ok, back to sewing,... because there is no A/C in Popeye's house, and it's 100 degrees outside, and my sewing room is upstairs, facing due west, it's 100 degrees in my sewing room. But I have 4 jobs that need done, so escaping the heat is not an option. So I'm literally working in a sweat shop. But,... or should I say, BUTT, ... I turned on a fan, and I'm sewing in the BUFF!!!
EEEwwww! Just TRY to get that visual out of your head!!!

Bwaaa ha ha ha ha!!!!

At least I'm not including pics with this post! But there is that visual that your own mind will make, and it's probably far worse than photos!!! LMAO!!!