mondaze...

i suppose mondays have a tendency to suck, this is part of the architecture of our lives .. then comes tuesday and new blu ray releases which now adds some excitement to my week, i see today being almost over and i must say this day was a very different day, maybe it was being told by a stranger they were happy to see me or idk but i m still hanging on and i have not given up hope - too much of anything is never any good so today was well just enough pain and just enough misery to last for the rest of the week,

v.

Jetplane called Summer pt. 1

I havn't been here in a while, I have been going, going and going for about two months now. Each moment of free time I have I try to relax, go out with friends or go swimming at Fish Lake.

Summer really started when I went to California.
My flight left at 6am so I'd arrive there at 10am and have the whole day ahead. I worked a nine hour closing shift the night before and had only 4 hours to get on the plane, I thought I could wake up...
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The adventure began when my eyes opened in the morning and I was already supposed to be at the airport. What a horrific way the sun shined into the window that morning, I instantly realized I was late for my flight. Angel woke too and we both shot out of bed and started freaking out, it was 5:30 and I've never been so awake, yet so tired.
Luckily Angel knew what to do, she instantly called Northwest Airlines and requested standby. They said spots were open and I'd be in California by 11pm.
I gave up on getting ready, called my family and told them my misfortune. I knew they'd be upset, I was as well. The hard part was getting my sister to stop crying.

"I'm coming, I'm going to be late but I am coming nomatter what. Ok? Keep yourself busy today and I'll be home soon."

After I said that the day became one of the most intensely fucked up days I've ever had.
First Googlemaps gave me wrong directions to the airport, we were going into nomans land and we had to ask directions from someone..
I get to the airport and Angel couldn't find a parking spot, so I bid a quick farewell in front and I was on my own. I hate airports.
I go in and hand the ticket lady my E ticket number and then she just kept typing and typing, then she started to shake her head and I silently started to freak out.
"We've got a big problem here."
"Northwest told you that our standby option was open, but they didn't tell you that once you get into Seattle you wont be able to get the next standby flight, it's at full capacity. Not only that but standby only lasts 24 hours and that was the last flight."

I started to pull my hair and pace back and forth. I thought about what I told my sister. I couldn't possibly see myself calling Angel to come back and pick me up.

"Well how close can you get me?"

After twenty minutes of work she finally said, "Sacromento. Good luck on your journey."

I sat in a terminal on the phone with my dad and had him get on his computer to figure out my way from there. A businesswoman also sat online next to me figuring out bus schedules.

Sacromento is five hours from Fresno. I had the option of rental car, train, bus, or hitchiking. Mind you I only had $50 in cash. Train or bus was my best option.
The train left at 6am the next day. The bus left at 3am. The time of arrival was about the same, but I wanted to leave Sacromento as soon as humanly possible.

Now that I had an idea of what I was doing and no idea how I was going to do it, I got on the plane and ordered a couple beers.
Once on the plane, I was good. The smaller the plane the better. I love to sit back and feel the takeoff.
The view between Washington and California was awesome the whole way, Mt. St helens, Raineir, and Shasta all loomed in the skyline. The hostesses were really cool to me, they even moved me when a fat dude sat next to me. haha.

How I was going to find my way home from Sacromento was daunting to think about, so I just sipped my beers and stared out the window... I was going home.

Me too...

I still come here... read posts, comment a little. I don't post so much, but I'm trying to get better at that too. I only have about 50 blogs around the tubes that I'm supposed to keep up with. Now I'm re branding my fiber art work, so I'm tweeting, blogging, and listing items on etsy... all around the day job. You guys are still my favorite tweeps ;)

I'm glad it's ice-cream day at work... I love summer!!!

still like it here

i still like it here - v.

New path in life

My son thinks he might like boys instead of girls. I am trying to be supportive but not sure where to go from here. I know he will have a harder life because of it, but I also know he will make wise choices for himself. I am not sure how to go from here. I don't want to screw it up. This is his opportunity to talk to me and I didn't shy away. Glad this is separate from fb. I love him and even though I have been raised to believe it is wrong and those people will go to hell... I will not allow that part of life to hurt him. I know his father will use this as an excuse to banish him from his life. I welcome that, since he is a turd on good days. So Terri, help me here and give me some insight on what to do and say. He is 14 and starting high school with all new kids.

we just keep on pushing

we never give up we push and push and type and share and believe that we are strong and we never give up we push and push till we push no more..

v.