Ok, no panic here. I think I have this down. Why oh why did I sign up for this. I was getting ready to post thoughts for other nut cases to read. Now I have to watch what I say because La Familia will read all this. It is kinda cool, that way I don't have to tell everyone the same story. Well, maybe the embroidery changes, but the stories are still the same, basically, kinda. You know what I mean, it is the circle where the fisherman said his fish was 12 inches and it grew to Orca size in a few renditions of the story. I moved from NorthEast Florida to the west cost of Florida. I really get to see the sun set, just like Cali, but no smog. I feel oriented again. Nothing like growing up with the sun on the left and then moving somewhere that has the sun on the right. I kept going north when I meant to go south. I don't like directions that 'go right' I like directions that say 'go north.' You get the picture. Life is a little easier here that way. It is a challenge to be away from the kids, the youngest is 24, and not knowing anyone here. Thank goodness for the little lady in the box that sits on the dashboard. She tells me where to go, when I am speeding, how to get back home and when I am speeding. Fun adventure this weekend, went to an art store by the college campus, met some nice people and found out about the art exhibit at the college. Unfortunately, I work during the week. But there is another one in town so that may be up for a visit after thanksgiving. Also checked out a cute little restaurant by the Winn Dixie. (after church grocery shopping) It is very cool, very latino and jazzy. I will be back there again very soon. I can't speak Spanish but I love the sound of it. Maybe I will learn. One of the men at work told me I am only 17% Mexican since I can't speak Spanish.... I hate to think what else got me only 17%.
I love my family and proud of them, Guy Karen Andi Deb (the Kitchen Bitch - I just love that name). You should read their blogs too. We are a large widespread family that loves and misses each other. Miss those intimate family dinners (24-42 people)all the laughing, story telling, laughing, eating, laughing, playing cards, laughing and in between all that loving each other.

Monday, September 17, 2007
Geez... have the years actually gone by? ...the road signs all blurr together? Yes and Yes. Actually, I forgot my user name and password. Actually had to email someone to get it..... thank you someone. Have you seen this years concept cars? The gas-less models run on various fuel alternatives. I hope they keep stick shifts. I favor them over automatics. Having learned how to drive a stick in San Francisco, it is hard to consider the positive side of automatics. (R U keeping up?)

Premature turns, stops and breaking have always sent me over the edge. I almost killed myself with an automatic. Forgot all about it, until I had to use a highway ingress... Stalled the piece of crap and cars behind me started to notice me very quickly.

Anything to be the center of attention.

I love convertibles, but always a stick shift. If there is no stick, this ride isn't interested. Having grown up in the City by the Bay, any side of the street, or even the middle of the street is cool with me. I just don't care to watch people walk anywhere they want.... even people who drive stick shifts. (keeping up with the inference?)

If I walk, it is on the way to my car.... remember my bias for convertibles with stick shifts. Have one now, complete with ground effects or body kits, whatever. A real head turner.

The next ride will need to be tricked out with some flash too, grill and rims. The cast aluminum rims are ok, but the flash of chrome on spokes is tooo cool. My little third ride, bless her heart, brought back old memories: car shows, racing, NOX, etc etc etc. She learned to drive in fifteen minutes, I swear. People ask her where she learned to speed-shift..... My Mom taught me.... isn't that a mind blower for these kids. Is there another way to shift... I like shift shock.

I was a big muscle car fan.... Super Bees, Hemi-Cudas, or wedge Plymouths, Dodge Chargers, Chevy Novas (No Va south of the border means it won't go anywhere... lol)... actually I was one of the few girls at the quarter mile track..... Loved racing... what a rush.... The track has been dug up and houses are there now..... Anyone remember the Freemont Drag Strip outside of San Francisco..... My very favorite days. 426 wedge Plymouth, smoking tires, rearing like a stallion with rollers on the back end to reduce sparking. Black, plain, no flash, no shine. Loved being in stealth mode until the little stallion blew the 'doors' off my prey.

12.08.05
I'm still trying to figure out this thing-not that I make my living on a computer or anything! This has been an interesting quarter, (has it really been that long?)
Had a small setback and recovered from a t/i/a, that is awfully close to t/m/i and looks like the end of a whopping Friday Nite OUT. The stress at the job scene was terrible, even the Little Ride didn't want to park there every work day. I had to fight the steering wheel to pull into the lot. But at last I am free to look for another job here in sunny Florida (anyone in the winter states can be smug about their white Christmas, give me sand any day.) Trying to figure out if Scratchings is really related to me. Her blogspot is very bizarre and after visiting, I am always glad that I have an open subscription to virus ware. Also, I wonder how she has time for all the stuff she has there. It is all way interesting, but who has the time to find the stuff? I can hardly waite to see the Libra posting. Also, I wonder why LeeHaven dosen't say much about the maternal side of her family. well, I do.-back to the t/i/a. The neurologist infomed me when asked, what the mark on the mri means to me. It may / could mean a memory thing (I forget) and affects the area that may result in bizarre behavior and rash judgements. My ex-husband agreed with me that this must have happened a long time ago. It's nice to be friendly will all your ex-husbands.