I have been so immersed in politics that I think I have lost my mind.
So I am making an apple pie. The unfortunate thing is....the apples cost more than anything in the ingredients. To make this pie, it cost me $15.00.
Damn.
On July 23 Gus and I went to Silverton, Oregon to see this man.....
Any chance I get to see him in concert is a joy. He is probably one of the most under rated blues guitarists of all time and I have been listening to him since I was a teenager. Can you believe that he is over SEVENTY years old!!? He doesn't look a day over forty. I am proud to say that I have introduced him to many of my friends whom have never even heard of him and they thank me for it.
The concert was billed as George Thorogood/Buddy Guy. I thought for sure that George Thorogood would play first but (ouch) not to be. See what I tell you about Buddy being underrated? Not to dis George or anything but Buddy just blew him out of the water! I know that Buddy really doesn't care who goes first because when he plays you can just feel the joy that he has and admiration for his fans. He always jumps off stage and walks through the crowd because I know that he so much enjoys playing for us and making us feel good. He has a new CD out called "Skin Deep" and he sang the title song at the concert. It says it all.
Buddy's website
This is my Boyfriend, Gus..
Yesterday he used my car to take his Son to Eugene Oregon for an orthodontist appointment because his truck had a flat tire. We were going to take his truck to Florence Oregon for a set of new tires when he got back. Not to be. He got back and had to change clothes immediately because there was a MAJOR water leak and just about all of Mapleton was out of water. He ended up working till three o'clock in the morning, got up at about six o'clock and went directly down to the Water District office and prepared the water bills and the payroll. Whew!
Water is a funny thing. When it is flowing nobody wonders how or why it is getting there. When it disappears it is like the world has come to an end. The Mailman and the Newspaper Man get small little tokens of appreciation at Christmas time, the Water Man, well, thats another story. He gets unending phone calls from everybody just wanting to know when it will be on again.
So this entry is for Gus. I appreciate everything you do and I see how hard you work. Thank you for keeping the water flowing, the drinks coming, your ear for listening, the oil changes you have done for me, the fishing poles you buy for me, the way you have taught me how to "go with the flow", your kisses and your hugs. You are awesome and you rock my world......muah.
Wow...sunshine. Such a concept.
My Rhody............
ROCKS!!!........
And I am feeling good karma for tomorrow night............
Ahhh sunshine.............FINALLY.
Today (er, well, tonight) my portrait is of me… $75 richer! I won first place at the casino’s karaoke contest tonight.
Happy Self Portrait Thursday, everyone. :)
(Cross posted at http://jennajacks.com.)
http://jennajacks.com
I finally got off my lazy ass and got the website back up. The layout isn't the greatest and there are a handful of things I'm not crazy about, but it'll do for now. Hopefully I'll come up with a better design soon. I just wanted to get something back up.
So there. I'm gonna keep this journal around anyways. Who knows? Maybe I'll post some protected entries here or something. Whatev. But from now on, the very large majority of my blogs will be posted there.
So all I keep hearing from my Daughter is Ikea! Ikea! And I hear about it on just about every other blog too. So I went to the new Ikea store (warehouse) on Sunday in Portland, Oregon and.......ok. Nice looking cheap stuff. I bought a coffee table for $29.00.
I understand, being that I live in one of the nation's top retirement communities, that there are some things that I just have to deal with. I choose to live here (FOR THE TIME BEING!) so I should learn to play nice, right? Ak;lsdhg. WELL, I DON'T WANT TO! There should seriously be a law for this shit. There is a certain age and/or state of mind where elderly drivers should be banned from the road.
This has always been an annoyance of mine, but hasn't really seriously bothered me until recently. Just the other day is pretty much what completely set me off on this topic.
Now, I know the very large majority of you readers clearly aren't from my town and would obviously not be familiar with our streets, but for my sake I am going to write this as specifically as possible. Just bear with me, this is mainly for my own personal venting reasons anyway.
As I was driving down 9th St. on my way home from the office on my lunch, I slowed to turn onto Kingwood. At this particular intersection, it is only a 2 way stop (on Kingwood), 9th St. doesn't have any stops until the main light on Hwy 101 because this is usually the main route the ambulances take when leaving the hospital. As I slowed to turn left on Kingwood, I was unable to complete my turn because there were 2 oncoming cars blocking me, so naturally I slowed to a stop to wait for them. As I was waiting, there were at least a couple cars waiting at the stop signs on Kingwood. The guy waiting on my right went ahead and took his right turn in front of me, which was fine, because I was stopped waiting to turn and he was clear to go. As soon as the 2 cars blocking my turn passed, I started to turn only to be completely cut off by the asshole on my left who was stopped waiting to take a left onto 9th. I think the topic of this post makes the age of the asshole on my right totally clear. Luckily, my reflexes are pretty well excersized having to share the roads in this town daily with these idiots, so I slammed my brakes to a stop in plenty of time but that didn't stop my heart from wanting to hammer out of my chest!
Hello?! What does "Right of Way" mean to these people? Maybe I do have a bit of an advantage being that I am young enough to remember what I learned while reading the Driver's Manual in order to pass my Driving Test but come, the fuck, on. Isn't all that common sense anyway?
Unfortunately, I was driving Eric's car which I'm not technically covered insurance wise on quite yet, and again, it was HIS car and I know how he is about his car. In any another situation (as in me being completely covered on the car and having it not be Eric's) I would have loved to KEEP GOING and rammed right into his car. Call me a crazy bitch, but it would have been totally satisfying to come flying out of my car screaming "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! Do you NOT know how to fucking drive?" while having their insurance pay for all the damages to my car.
I wasn't even used to the horn on Eric's car! I COULDN'T EVEN LAY ON IT! How disappointing. (He has the type of horn that you have to push one of the two specific buttons off to the side rather than just push generally on the middle.)
The icing on the cake is the look his wife in the passenger seat gave me as I slammed on my brakes and proceeded to yell obscenities through my windshield. The look of, "What the fuck do YOU think you're doing?!" obviously thinking they did nothing wrong. Are you kidding me!?
Another thing that peaks my annoyance while driving in this town is the fact of what a 40MPH speed limit means to these people. 40 miles a fucking hour! Not 30, or God forbid, even 25. Seriously? 25MPH in a 40?! And oh, that seems a bit too fast for you still. No, really? Then why the hell are you swerving all over the damn road like a fucking drunk!?
1. If you can't see over the steering wheel of your ginormous Town Car, maybe you shouldn't be driving?!
2. Seriously. Get the damn little dogs off your lap. It's really not funny anymore.
Oh, and I have to mentioned that on top of this being one of the nation's top retirement communities, we're also a booming tourist town as well. Oh yeah, that's right. We're talking not only are these people driving normal vehicles (if you'd consider a boat of a Town Car a normal vehicle), they're driving HUGE ASS RVS, AS WELL! And don't even get me started on that shit...
Ugh, I really need to get out of this town.
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