Embrace the Bacongal, and what ever I'm itching to say !

I've always thought of myself as a geek. A great deal of my time is spent reading and thinking. I enjoy learning and discussing abstract ideas and discoveries. Not the most common thing for a reasonably attractive woman. There is no intent of slamming my fellow women, but I don't focus on my nails, hair or the newest purses. Reading the NY Times science section I found a very good article about a group of linguists that have applied their skills to a German manuscript written sometime around 1760. It was discovered in East Germany in the 1940's and until recently has gone un-broken. Until now... Dah Dah Dahhhh.... Drumroll, hold your breath in anticipation.. The 105 pages beautifully bound in green leather appears to be the rules and guidelines for a secret order of people devoted tot he study and interest of Ophthalmology. That's right, and group of dorks, wearing funny hats and clothes, with initiations all to talk about eyeballs and the such. There you...

I grew up in Canby, Oregon. It's a small town, what some would call a bedroom community for Portland, but when I was young it was more a farming community. Few people commuted every day into Portland. There were three grocery stores in town. Hi-way market, Cutsforth's Thriftway and Roth's IGA. Dad shopped at Roth's, my dad called the others, "Cut throats and Hi way robbers". But Mom shopped at Cutsforth's, don't ask I can't tell you why they shopped at different stores, but they did. There were three pharmacies, but no big clothing stores. No Fred Meyers. So when we needed clothes or shoes or home furnishings we went into Oregon City to J.C. Penney. I remember school shopping and dress shopping all at Jacque Pen Wahh. Than we would have hot Roast Beef sandwiches at the PineWood Restaurant. Good memories, good time. As you travel from Canby to Oregon City along 99E you go through a tunnel right past a large paper mill. One that has...

I wrote this below, almost 3 years ago. It was a different time, and I was a different person, but that is the beauty of writing. It's like a snapshot of what was then, but this is now. I'm working this weekend, and worried for us all. September 11, 2001 was the day the world changed for me. September 11 9-11-01 is a date that none of us could forget, nor should we. It was like a wakeup call in the most horrific painful way, for the whole country. For me it was a wakeup call on a completely different level. I didn’t know it was a wakeup call for another 8 years, and those 8 years will be something that I can never regain. On September 11, 2001 my husband was spending a long weekend with another woman. His mistress. His first mistress, that I know about. Her name was Dora. Dora Elise Perez to be exact. I just said that out loud as I typed it. Because for years and years I was afraid to say it out loud, to think it even. Because if I thought it, than I would...

Kate Gosselin of "Jon and Kate plus 8" and than "Kate plus 8" will soon be off the air. Woohoo that is awesome news. No more fake white teeth, fake boobs, surgically enhanced flat stomach and that constant tude polluting the air waves. Kate it's time to put the tube of fake tan down and get a freaking job. Yes that's right, you chose to be on TV, it bit you in the hiney, and now it's over, so please, re-dedicate yourself to your children and not traveling the globe. Goodbye, good luck, don't go away mad,just go away!

"The common people pray for rain, healthy children, and a summer that never ends. It's no matter to them if the high lords play their games of thrones, so long as they are left in peace." "They never are" George R.R. Martin

I work 12 hour shifts, 5:30 to 5:30, varying between nights and days, on a set patter. Each rotation lasts 3 weeks and I work 14 shifts. My last 4 shifts of each rotation are 4 day shifts Monday through Thursday. They are hellish. The office is busy, people are talking, I have to get up at the butt crack of dawn (4 AM) and I struggle through them, yawning away. What I think about while I'm working, actually more of a fanatical planning and researching, is what I want to cook or bake the next week. I look of recipes, coordinate them with sale ads and coupons to stay on budget, think of special days coming up. So far on my list of what I want to cook for the next week: Shrimp ceviche Roasted corn salsa Smoked turkey Sweet corn tomallito Chocolate cream pie Roasted garlic shrimp I see a pattern with corn and roasted. I want a pepper roaster, how's that for random

These two are cousins. My dog, the famous Mrs. Maya and Sido's dog Paislie Jean. For as much as they are alike they are different. They both love water but only Maya bites the hose like a maniac. Both love tennis balls but Paislie is still struggling with the sharing thing. Mostly what I feel when I see them is happiness that even my dog has someone to play with. We all need play mates