My First Car

 Oh THE first car. 

Not MY first car but the first car that was 'mine', was a 1963 or '64 Plymouth and dad paid $300.00 for it, a pretty good deal at the time, I'm sure.  It was sky blue with the same color interior and it had a push button ignition!  That was cool, nobody else had a push button dashboard. Push button windshield wipers and headlights, too.  Now, it certainly wasn't the car I learned to drive in, that was a 1954 Chevrolet.  Looked like a big box with wheels, kind of like babies' feet, no shape, just something that gets you from point A to point B.  Still, for a 17 year old girl, it was freeeedom!
 
One weekend I spent washing and waxing it, cleaning the interior and getting it all as spiffy looking as I could so it wasn't too much of an embarrassment to drive or be recognized in since there were a few dings in it.  It didn't look too bad by the time I was done, other than the missing hubcap.

  I remember coming home from school one day and as I walked closer and closer to the driveway, I could see spots all over my car.  Literally SPOTS, great big forest green spots!  "What the heck is that?" I'm thinking.  The closer I got the bigger the spots were and I simply could not figure out how they got there, they weren't there when I left that morning (must have been some reason why I couldn't drive it yet...).
Later that evening when I could catch my dad alone,  I asked him what happened to the car and why were there big green spots all over it?  "Well, I took a can of whatever spray paint I had and spray painted all the rust spots, honey!" 

Oh! My! Gosh! You! Didn't, Dad!!!  Why on earth would you do something like that?  I waxed it, Dad!  "Well, wouldn't want that thing to rot out from underneath you now".
At the time, I thought that was the stupidist thing I had ever heard.  Besides, it wasn't like it was a NEW car.  And it wasn't going to fall to pieces underneath me because I wouldn't have it that long, Daaaaad. 

Luckily, I didn't get that car until right after I graduated from school, so no one I knew would see me driving it.  Or so I thought...

  I drove that for two weeks until I got tired of hearing how I was the owner of the clown car, everyone I knew seemed to see me in that Dr. Seuss car.  So another weekend came and I spent that weekend taking an SOS pad and scrubbing EVERY SINGLE one of those green spots off!  It was hard and it took me almost the whole weekend, but by gosh, by Monday my car was all one color again and "spiffy" just like before.
I find it slightly amusing that that car survived ME and I eventually sold it for $200.00.   That summer, I played with that car!  I used to take it out with my childhood buddy, Chris, and we'd go drive to places we'd never been to before.  Once we drove out into the country, out by Lawrence Livermore Labratory, when there were still rolling green hills and cows in the fields.  We found another place that had been used by others in Jeeps, they didn't really have ATV's back then in 1972.  We thought it would be fun to try some of those hills until I high-centered it once and that was the last time I went joy riding like that.  I do not remember how we got it off the mound, probably a safety valve in my mind because the reality was too scary.

But you know, that little car took me to my first job that summer after graduating, it took me to my boyfriends' house and to the store and all those myriad trips we have to make when we first get our license.  I loved driving, never got tired of hopping in it to go somewhere.  And I bet I even cruised the boulevard in Walnut Creek at least once.   I know I did when I got my REAL cool car, the one I paid for...

But it wasn't until years later as Dad and I were sitting and reminiscing about our youth--and his first car was a Model T!--I spoke up about those gigantic, hideous green spray painted spots he put on that car.  "Well.." he says, "You know why I did that, don't you?"  Uh..duh dad.  So the rust spots wouldn't grow. 

"I did that so I could easily find your car anywhere in town...".  Yes Dad, now I understand.  I still love you and I still miss  you.   Bless you for loving me!  (:

@#$%! Modern Hostage Taking by Inanimate Objects

This morning I was once again a prisoner of the modern age. 
This seems to be happening more and more often.  First it was a tv and not being able to decipher between 4 different remotes which one would turn the dang thing on and my first ranting of, "Whatever happened to SIMPLE?  I just want to turn the tv ON!".  That was over 7 years ago. 
The next hostage event was just last year with the washing machine.
We had a front loader.  Once you lock your program down, that's it for the duration, no matter if you left a thousand dollar bill in your pocket or  your last photo of your great-great-grandmother, you W-I-L-L N-O-T access that item until THE MACHINE has completed it's cycle.  Why?  Because you'd flood your floor if you opened the door.  It seemed to happen a lot and it does when you are a little older; you forget to take something out of  your pockets, although having a clean lip balm is rather nice as long as it doesn't make it into the dryer, then it's not pretty.  I now have a top-loading (BUT water-saving!!) washing machine--which I still have to babysit so I can have PLENTY of rinse water for my clothes; otherwise they get shredded in about 3 cups of rinse water, almost like scrubbing  your clothes on a rock--but I can fix that by putting the cycle back on wash and filling the tub with PLENTY of water and turning it back to rinse. Ha ha, Whirlpool, you can't fool me!!
And today?  I was held hostage by a porn video on my cellphone!!  Uh huh, that's what I said.  I had just received a text message from my son and it was literally INTERRUPTED by an urgent notice informing me I had an incoming text video.  I sort of assumed that it was Mike sending a photo of something and when it first loaded, it looked like two hands being  held.  Then the audio began and it was a strange mix of oohing and cooing.  So, having had a few friends who just had babies, I thought someone was sending me a video of a parent grasping a babies' hand with the baby making those cute little baby noises.
AND THEN IT GOT GRAPHIC!!
Oh oh, that's NO BABY, I said to myself, oh my that's NOT FROM MICHAEL, either!!
I hurriedly STOPPED the video which seemingly incurred the wrath of THE MACHINE and all of a sudden my phone was totally incapacitated.  There was a blank white screen and on the front of my phone the message read: PLEASE WAIT WHILE THE APPLICATION IS BEING DISABLED.
Twenty minutes of disability.
I could not turn the phone off, I could not change the effect by pushing any other button whatsoever.
I was trapped by a silent moaning nasty.  And then I got mad.  I couldn't call anyone because...they're all locked inside my cell phone!  I had to disconnect my computer and thank heavens for call forwarding because I called the hubby on his cell phone from the land line (which was forwarded to  his cell phone) and I got a hold of a friendly human.  "Kevin, I have a porno video on my phone and it won't let go of me!"....."What?"...I said: I got a porno video and it has taken over my phone and won't let me shut down or do anything on the phone.  And here comes the voice of confidence and reason, "Well, just take the back off the phone and take out the battery", he says.  "How do you do that?" I asked.  As Hubby went into the diatribe of the how-to, I lost my tracking and all the things he was saying didn't make any sense.  "Oh, I'll just figure it out, bye!".  Because he's at work, the poor guy is probably still wondering what is going on. 
After I calm down and the brain starts to click in, I got back online with the computer and emailed my daughter for her brothers' phone number, once I received that, I was about to call my son when, miracle of miracles, my cell phone rings and it breaks the back of Little Miss Porn Star.  Hooray!!
I had tried to remove the back of the cell phone but apparently that only works when you accidentally drop the phone.  When Michael came over (because he was listening to his hysterical and freaking out mother), he immediately deleted the offending message--so no, I do not know who sent it--but showed me how simple it was to remove the back cover.  Without dropping it.

Life! I Want To Be Here...

Saturday, March 3rd;

I was at work and around 4:30 during lunch I began to experience a lump in my throat. Like taking your thumb and pushing in right at the "hole". As I went back to my department I described a feeling of my lungs hurting to my immediate boss, Gina. She left at 5:00 and I was on my own. As I was working I began to experience shortness of breath along with the other stuff and terrible heartburn (which I had been experiencing for 2 days already). If I moved too fast I would feel lightheaded (no nausea tho') and I also started to experience disorientation; I could barely concentrate on a simple task and my nightly routine was another thing I couldn't keep in order.

At 6:00 p.m. Mike came in after he got off work and it seemed the moment I saw him I just 'let go', felt secure, you know? I told him to call Kevin and describe my symptoms and to call the hospital to see if I should go in, Kevin said I needed to get to the E.R. immediately--twice. I called a floor supervisor and told them (and I had already called them earlier to ask if I could go home early because I wasn't feeling well) that I was dropping everything and that my son was here and I was headed to the E.R.

Got to the E.R. at 6:30--got lost because I couldn't recognize things in the dark--they took me in and hooked me up with the ekg, took about 3 vials of blood and proceeded to monitor me. They gave me one nitro glycerin pill and within seconds it took away all the symptoms for about a half an hour. They gave me another one and that lasted for 30 minutes as well. Then they gave me a cocktail of Maalox and xylocain to numb the esophagus and that was the one that stopped all of them. They then suggested it was either angina or spasms of the esophagus and I was to stay there until 10:30 when they would take another blood sample to be sure. I was discharged at midnight and everything stable.

I have a doctors’ appointment on March 14^th, 2012 for further information.

The Blessings of Old Friends

What a wonderful gift friends are.  Sometimes when friends separate due to life’s interference, the friendship fades away. The memories are still there, the love and caring is still there, but the people are miles and ‘times’ away.

Some of the wonderful things about the internet, email and Facebook are that you can still feel “right there” so that when you do get a chance touch base with your friends, it feels just like they or you never left.  This day I had the chance to reconnect with one of my very special friends in life, Laura.  I stayed with her at her house when I visited Alaska last year.  Laura is a very sweet soul, kind-hearted, giving, funny and loyal.  You don’t get too many of those in your lifetime.

Laura’s daughter lives in Redmond, about 20 minutes north of Bend and she was down here “on the outside” visiting.  I told her I would take her out to lunch, my treat, so we could have a little time together.  All Laura had to do was give me the address and I would enter it into my GPS and that those directions would lead me right to Kimmie’s front door.  Oh I would have never found Kimmie’s place with pen and paper, I am directionally dyslexic.  I don’t know if that’s a word but it IS a condition. 

So when I showed up and rang the doorbell, Laura opened the door and the first thing she said was, “You made it!  It worked!”, her expression was cute.

She invited me in and we sat in Kimmie’s living room and had a soda, chatted for awhile and took some pictures and off we went to have lunch at Mazatlan.  We celebrated and saluted our friendship and meeting with a wonderfully delicious margarita.   We then ordered CHICKEN chimichangas but when they arrived, they both were beef!  We just thought the heck with it, we didn’t want to wait anymore and they were good so we let that one go.

Of course, the visit wasn’t long enough and we soon had to part—mainly because the both of us got the ‘sleepies’ and we wanted to go home and take a nap!  Ah, the graciousness of true good friends…

I’ll see you again Laura, and thank you for being my friend.  

Yay Snow!!

Snow, finally.  It has been a long and ugly winter.  Nice and cold, not too bad as winters go, but relatively snow-free until the 28th of February/first of March, then it melted and now snow again on the 12th.  Mostly sunny skies and a bleak, coffee brown landscape.  I'll call it the come and go snow season.
There they stood in the box in my room.  Snowshoes.  Patiently waiting to be exercised again.  Just waiting.  Once in awhile I thought I could hear them scratching the sides of their long, dark cardboard tomb.  But that was just my imagination.
And then on that Thursday, the 1st of March, I hauled them out of storage, stepped outside into the bright sunshine and strapped them on before the snow could melt.  I didn't want to miss this one!
They say that you can burn 500 calories in an hour while snowshoeing.  You can burn 200 calories just trying to get them on!  It took a few times of rearranging my feet and the shoes before I finally remembered which way they were supposed to go.  Next time, I'll take pictures and create my own directions of "How To Put On Snowshoes". You know, "TGIF", as in toes-go-in-front.
I was almost feeling guilty that I wasn't up on the mountain, really getting my workout.  On the other hand, I have two acres of my own to plow around and I live two miles from the state park AND I saved gas by NOT driving 40+ miles to go 'hike'.  I really did walk around the property and as soon as I finished that, I didn't have any more trip guilt.  Then I took off up the snowy road we live on and walked about a half a mile--there and back--and was thoroughly guilt free.  You don't have to drive miles and miles to go have fun or get that workout, you can do it right in your own front yard!  And with all that snow and the beautiful day, it was just as wonderful as going out into the wilderness, except the coffee is a lot closer.  I am sure I earned that 500 calorie donut by the time I clomped back up on the deck.
Cheers!

Catching Up With March!

MARCH. March. MARCH!

Man, has March come in with a slam bang and woke me up!  I’m not sure if it’s because I haven’t had time to write or just couldn’t get my ‘stuff’ together.  Now all of a sudden there is a lot to talk about.

Beginning in February, I created (along with Kevin’s help) a book for Evan and Eric.  It started out as a day trip down to Fort Rock and somehow or another, two little stuffed critters; one a small white bear and the other a small white reindeer, came along on the trip and the story was born in the driveway.  I placed Reiny and Harty on the dashboard of the truck, their arms intertwined and the story began with, “Well Reiny, are we going on an adventure today?”  As they lay on the dashboard, their faces looking up at the sky, they saw animals in the cloud shapes.  Arriving in the area of Fort Rock, we took pictures of them sitting on top of the truck, looking off into the distance with the big bowl of Fort Rock in front of them.  Then next idea was to have “the boys” CLIMB and summit Fort Rock, a small reference to the accomplishment of Evan and Eric’s mommy and daddy summiting South Sister in 2011.  Oh and they found ‘caves’ and talked of monsters, they read placards describing local frontiersmen.  And when the little guys had finished their descent, they went on to stop at a local café for refreshments and to replenish their strength. 

I hear the REAL boys love their new book.  I can’t wait to read it to them, too.  Or maybe Evan can read it to me by the next visit, which is another story in itself.

A Very "Walton's Left It To Beaver's Father Knows Best" Christmas....

  
 When I was a young girl "back in the day", the tv shows we all used to watch were Father Knows Best, Ozzie and Harriet, Leave It To Beaver and The Andy Griffith Show.  All programs that portrayed the American family as loving and caring, forgiving, teaching with kindness, moral stories abounding, good triumphing over evil, etc., etc.  I guess as a kid, I thought every body had a fairly happy homelife just like those families on tv.  As an adult I have come to know and hear the stories of real life. 
Hard knocks, sadness, illness and death, loves lost and life changes, families broken, all things I have been fortunate enough to experience.
Yes, fortunate.  If I had never known those things I could not share empathy and love with my closest of friends, I could not hold someone elses' hand and share the tears of pain or be a good listener.  And I could not know or appreciate the good times that would come in my life. 
This Christmas of 2011 was celebrated with joy and love and memories that I will cherish until my soul departs this planet for heaven.  This Christmas, a long, long time coming, was one full of all those tv holidays that I had always wished to have.  There was no drama.  There was no fighting.  There were no little games between rivals or siblings being played.  Everyone was together to celebrate the very reason for this holiday.  Jesus would have been very happy at this gathering, indeed.

It has been close to 15 years since I have had a family together at Christmas time.  What made me decide to write about this was that I had been watching an old re-run of the "A Walton Christmas" where all the kids try to return home for the holiday.  The grandparents get trapped in town because of the snow and their old Model T just isn't capable of trekking through the snow.  As it goes, not all the family members make it home for various reasons and the rest of the story is about how they spend their holiday describing what Christmas is about and what it means to them.     

This Christmas I had my husband, my son, my daughter, her two precious little boys and my wonderful in-laws .  The weather was bright and sunshiny in Portland (where only 3 years ago they were so snowed in no one could travel in or out of the neighborhood!), the table had been set for days patiently waiting the arrival of visitors.  And we came, one by one.  Kevin, Mike and I arrived around 10:30 a.m. Christmas morning and shortly after that we heard the door bell ring.  There before the great grandparents and the grandparents were two very properly dressed young men; both Evan and Eric were sporting shirts and vests and ties.  They were so handsome!   

                             

The house was warm and smelled wonderful, a turkey in the oven, snack plates of cheese and crackers and a selection of various cookies on the kitchen buffet counter.  Fresh coffee brewing in the corner while snippets of conversation between the ages were interrupted with laughter and giggles and even an occasional plinking from the piano in the living room.   As many as there were of us, everything went rather smoothly.  Everyone gathered in the family room to open presents while Evan announced he could read now and figured out quickly which ones were his!  A quick blur of Christmas paper wrappings flying, the kids passing out the presents and lots of ooohs and awes and thank yous amidst the hustle.  Just pure joy with everyone together sharing this family day.

Once all the presents had been opened and the little guys were busy with their toys and games, the adults forwarded their attentions to getting the food on the table and ready for serving.

How absolutely wonderful to have all these generations sharing our family love and celebratory repast.

One of the most endearing moments was when Eric decided he didn't just want a few pieces of turkey on his plate, he wanted the WHOLE thing!  Dad convinced him that he couldn't fit the whole turkey on his plate and satisfied Eric's desire with a big turkey wing, complete with skin.  Eric seemed rather happy with that until the wing was placed on his plate where he quickly stated that he now wanted all that "stuff" off.  Ahhh, such big problems we should all have, 'eh?

We cleared the table of plates and silverware to make room for Kevin's famous homemade pumpkin pie paired with vanilla ice cream and fresh hot coffee.  Each of us were immersed in conversation with someone and various subjects bounced around the table.  At one time Mike was explaining some components of his cell phone or the computer to Dorothy (GeeGeeMom), Gread Granddad was discussing politics with Bret and Sara and Mike were bantering with each other and the boys.  Kevin and I were simply enjoying the whole scene.

Shortly after the plates were cleared and the dishes were washed, I found this little guy on the sofa...

I guess that says it all. 

Happy New Year!