Don’t Try To Fool Me…

I awake today and look at the alarm clock as it rings….I am having difficulty understanding the time.  It appears alien to me. 6:00? What exactly does it mean? It does not seem to follow the pattern as yesterday, it looks different some how. I lay in bed reassembling my thoughts. I am trying to discern if I will be late for work, yet I do not emerge from under the covers. My bed is my refuge from life.  Asleep I can escape the pain of life. Awake I must confront it, but I never do… I am not confrontational when it comes to my life.  Life overwhelms me.

For those of you who use TWITTER, I just received this. If you’re game, cut and paste it on:

” If anyone is on Twitter, set your location to Tehran and your time zone to GMT +3.30. Security forces are hunting for bloggers using location/timezone searches. The more people at this location, the more of a logjam it creates for forces trying to shut Iranians’ access to the internet down. Cut & paste & pass it on.

The Point of it All…

1. I killed my iPod… no not killed… I injured my iPod.  I was gonna go for a run and I have this shirt with a pocket on the back side.  So… erring on the cautious side, I preformed a jog test.  I put my Pod in the pocket and jogged in place. FAIL! My Pod tried to commit suicide and leapt from my pocket.  The screen is now… well… it looks like an etchasketch in the process of being erased.  I guess I should look on the bright side….it still plays.
2. When I put my Pod on shuffle…it can read my mind…the songs tend to play to my mood…
3. I got a new phone the other day…a Blackberry.  It only further validates my inadequacy with electronics….call me….le sigh
4. My son…Paddy…told me today that Simi Valley has radioactive contamination….::blink::…I didn’t know that.  Evidently Boeing’s Rocketdyne had a testing site in the Simi Hills…and the ground water in the areas beneath the lab is known to be contaminated with TCE (trichloroethylene).  This supports my daughter…Chelsea’s…stand on bottled drinking water.

…one is the loneliest number….

“I’ve got everything I need except a man. And I’m not one of those women who thinks a man is the answer to everything, but I’m tired of being alone.” ~~anonymous

How To See The Sun Rise….

I am going to try and start this blog again. Try to keep it upbeat and true to life. I shall try to write a little history of this single mom of 6 to let you all know where I am coming from in this roller coaster of a ride I call life.

Easter Sunday… par duex

My GPS disconnected when I answered a text from my daughter, Lacey. I restarted and here is the rest of my walk.  Activity Route: – Elev. Avg: 820 ft Location: Oak Park, CA, Elev. Gain: -168 ft Date: 04/12/09 Up/Downhill: [+452/-620] Time: 03:28 PM Difficulty: 2.8 / 5.0   Weather: Partly Cloudy   72 F temp; 44% humidity   72 F heat index; winds WNW 8 mph Performance Distance: 4.98 miles Goal: 1 miles    Time: 1:57:51 Speed: 2.5 mph Attained: 498% Pace: 24′ 00 /mi     Calories: 599     Notes Map   Elevation (ft)   Speed (mph)   Splits Mile Pace (min/mile) Speed (mph) Elevation Gain actual +/- avg actual +/- avg 1 22′ 38 -1′ 22 2.6 +0.1 -168 ft 2 26′ 47 +2′ 47 2.2 -0.3 -29 ft 3 25′ 51 +1′ 51 2.3 -0.2 -52 ft 4 22′ 48 -1′ 12 2.6 +0.1 +32 ft end 20′ 50 -3′ 10 2.9 +0.4 +23 ft Versus average of 2.5 mph

Posted from bimactive.com

Easter Sunday

While the kids were at their dads for Easter I thought I would take a leisurely walk thru the Bridal path and Wood Ranch. Activity Route: – Elev. Avg: 985 ft Location: Brandeis, CA, Elev. Gain: +145 ft Date: 04/12/09 Up/Downhill: [+656/-511] Time: 01:23 PM Difficulty: 3.2 / 5.0   Weather: Sunny   78 F temp; 29% humidity   76 F heat index; winds SSW 3 mph Performance Distance: 3.91 miles Goal: 1 miles Time: 1:27:08 Speed: 2.6 mph Attained: 391% Pace: 23' 05 /mi Calories: 483 Notes My phone got turned off so I had to restart the GPS. already my bursitis was hurting, but I thought I could carry on. Map   Elevation (ft)   Speed (mph)   Splits Mile Pace (min/mile) Speed (mph) Elevation Gain actual +/- avg actual +/- avg 1 25' 00 +1' 55 2.4 -0.2 +42 ft 2 18' 52 -4' 12 3.2 +0.6 +63 ft 3 22' 13 -0' 51 2.7 +0.1 +187 ft end 23' 04 -0' 00 2.6 +0.0 -148 ft Versus average of 2.6 mph

Posted from bimactive.com

Cast Aside….a very short story….

Everyday she when she awoke, the thoughts of the day plodded thru her mind. She was in a dead end job and could see no way out. It would not have been half bad, if only they would give her something to do. However, most of the time was spent sitting at her desk…listening to her iPod and scribbling on blank pieces of paper…..waiting….watching….as the clock silently tics away the time until she can escape this place, if only for a brief time………::::heavy sigh:::::

She felt useless…no one counted on her anymore…they did not come to her for advice…all they could afford her was a sideways glance as they walked by… and this…this …act of silent disparagement only further validated her feelings of being cast aside.

…..What’s the Use of Wond’rin ………

It appears…. that I live my life vicariously… thru the blogs of others…..

…ask me how I am …

I am forever getting cuts, scrapes and bruises.  I used to believe this was all due in part to the fact that I am a “hands on” kinda girl…I like to get my hands dirty….I am in no way the damsel in distress.  So it occurred to me the other day after waging a battle with the flue and almost losing … (The flue was jammed; however, I could not discern whether it was open or closed.  This meant I needed to move it in the opposite direction.  Try tho I might, it was not budging, so kneeling in front of the fireplace I grabbed the handle with both hands and pushed with all my might. I loosed it, inadvertently throwing me forward into the bricks.  I hit the side of my face with full force on the bricks and my neck went back, way back, I heard something crack!  This battle resulted in scrapes and bruises on my face and my neck still hurts something wicked…could my neck be broken and I am unaware of said break?)…that perhaps the abrasions, and ultimately scars, are not a by-product of a “hands-on” kinda girl, but the by-product of a “clumsy” girl.