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a-okToday, I pick up my nephew from the bus depot. He will be staying with me for the remainder of the week. This makes me very happy! I know that we will have a good time, even though I will be spending the daytime at work. He might be doing some service activities for some friends of mine. I am really looking forward to spending time with him! It's been a long time!
ej
a-okStill trying to get all moved in! Tianna came back from vacation today and is at home cleaning as we speak. I'm taking a few moments to get some thougts out as I take a little break from work. We have a walk through tomorrow witht eh landlord and I really hope it goes well. I'm so tired from all the moving and such, that I have requested a day off in a few weeks. Scott is going to be out of town at the end of the month, so at the end of the first week of July, I am taking a Friday off!
Hopefully, I can chill and enjoy a few days off of work and moving by that point. It's a tentative day off, as I want to actually enjoy the time off, rather than be so busy, I should've gone to work instead! Heh! I finally got an oil change today on my lunch break, and enjoyed a very tasty sandwich from Quiznos (thanks, Amy)! The oil change was a little more expensive than I was thought it was going to be, but it's all good. The girl who helped with my paperwork is looking for an apartment. If she rents and plugs my name, i get $200 in cash! Woo hoo!
Time to work then go home!
ej
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You know...it's been quite some time since I've met someone that I thought I could be interested in dating. I actually have known who he is for some while now, but just until recently, I decided I wouldn't mind if he asked me to dinner.
ej
a-okIt is an amazing thing to come home to your own space at the end of a day. No roommates, just the sounds of the city flowing through my open window. Even though it is not right in the middle of the downtown area, I am blessed to enjoy the wonderful new sounds of downtown living. It is on the southern end of downtown, where it is a little more commercial, but they are making efforts to convert it into a more trendy "Cannery Row" without the waterfront, heh!
At night, it seems to be "louder," but really it's just different.
I grew up in the country, and it was slower, but there were sounds that were of a more natural origin, for the most part. The sounds of the Roosters in the early morning, and the birds that would chirp as the sun began to rise. The sounds of frogs, and crickets, and the leaves rustling in the wind. The occasional sound of the creaking branches on the large trees when the wind would pick up, and the oranges dropping to the ground. The walnut tree would appear to be dancing and whispering softly, as the overgrown branches would brush against it's grass skirt. As we walked to school in the morning, the sound of the buses and teacher's whistles kept us in line, as we played in the playground.
I remember walking home from school and seeing a field with corn. We would run as fast as we could until it got so dark and we couldn't see the end of the row we started from, then turn around until we got back to the side of the road where our friends would be waiting with our backpacks. I still remember the sound of the stalks as we brushed our fingers against them as we ran.
Sometimes, in the winter cold, the farmers would run gigantic fans to protect the citrus crops from freezing, and their bold hum would vibrate throughout the small town, and you would say a silent prayer that the crops would survive the frost.
At night, you could hear the sound of music coming from your neighbor’s house and your friend's dad across the street shouting as he watched the Game. Everyone's door was open and as the sun would begin to set, parents would open the screen door and shout for their children to come inside and prepare for sleep. Buzz of bicycle wheels, and soft roar of skateboards, and pounding of small running feet, as simultaneously, we would all make our way home.
Ahhh....those were the days of innocence.
Now, I am getting used to a new set of sounds! For the entire time I've lived in San Jose, I've lived on the side of town where the sounds were still similar and familiar. The hills were always close by (just like my hometown), and the sounds were mostly the same. There were trees around (not quite as many, but still, there were trees). Even when I lived on the North end of downtown, it was a quiet neighborhood. Now, just like in the movies I've watched, I hear sirens at all hours of the day and night, and street racers revving their engines, and burning their tires. The motorcycle "gang" (if you will), that hang outside of our complex in the furniture store parking area on the weekends, and hearing the boys out on the top level of the parking area kicking a soccer ball in a circle. Early on Wednesday mornings, I hear the arrival of the "Big Rigs" as they deliver to the produce warehouse, and furniture store. The sound of their diesel engines idling, reverberates through my tiny apartment. I can sleep through almost anything, but the new sounds have had me jumping in my bed! Ha ha! It's been exciting so far, and I look forward to many adventures!
ej
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Well, it's official! Our last day at the Snow house is June 17! I thought we were gonna be here for awhile, but the tides of change has come so abruptly, like a rogue wave on a small beach, leaving me standing alone. But, I feel like it's a fresh start for me. No roommates to bail out on me, or that I can't depend on. No one but myself to worry about getting things done. My friends can come over and not worry about waking up the roomies that are light sleepers. It's my place, and I'm responsible. It's a great thing!
I haven't had my own place since I lived in fresno. Instead of a big studio apartment for $275 a month, I will be paying $902 a month. Hmmm...I went from small town to the city, and seven years later it has come back full circle (as far as living arrangments go), and the difference in cost is $627. Whew! I can't believe that! I hope that I get approved for the apartment!
ej
not sureI cried today...not much, but I did. I cried because I was frustrated. I cried because there wasn't much tolerance or understanding. The few tears that fell from my eyes, were really tears that should have fallen 20 years ago, when I learned at an early age about tolerance. I learned that not many people have tolerance, and as I have grown in my life, and have experienced the atrocities of man, I have found that my (what used to be) high tolerance that I work so hard to maintain has dwindled, much to my dismay. I see the good in those around me and try to find the good in those when it is more difficult. My forbearance on this, thus far has been, I assure you, abundant.
I don’t know why I let him get to me. He is usually the last person that I get frustrated with. I guess it hurt my Feeling that he did what he did. It’s not even a big deal, but it hurt my Feeling, nonetheless. I went to the ladies room and cried. With my few tears, a million thoughts rampaged through the front of my mind! Why doesn’t he just say what’s bothering him, rather than nit-pick at me?
happyI guess last night was an exciting night for Sharks fans. Mr. Patrick Marleau scored their third goal, to seal their victory against the Predators and took the lead in the series (2-1). I know Carrie was watching the game, as I called her after class and realized the game was still going on. She came home in a good mood, so that is always a good thing in our house!Now, the real team that you want to know about is the Detroit Red Wings. They are playing the Calgary Flames, and are playing fairly well. They are (2-0) for the series, and hopefully going to take another one tonight. Calgary is really good at hope, so we'll see.
Hockey is not one of my favorite sports, mostly because I know so little about it, but going to Hockey Day for Women several years ago up in Belmont, and watching Gordie Howe videos on hockey, have been the inspiration for my endearing attachment to the Red Wings. I do however, would like to play someday when I have more time and money to invest in playing in a league, or something fun like that.
I don't however, understand hockey fans. They're freaking crazy! They remind me of stupid Raider fans. They are truly fans (which derives from the word fanatic), and which is an excessive enthusiasm for something, or someone. For example, a team is moments away from a shut out, and someone in the room says, "there's still time!" the "fans" in the room flip out and kick you out of their house because you "jinxed" their team from successfully shutting out the other team. What people say and do as "armchair" quarterbacks has no affect on the outcome of the game. Let's face it people, unless you are in the building of the event, and helping with the energy of the crowd and getting the adrenaline pumped up in the players by doing so, you are not affecting anything. Can you say, "LOSERS!"? I'm all about sports and such, but dude, seriously, it's one thing to say you are a fan of something, but if you don't go out and enjoy it for yourself (whether you're good at it or not), what's the friggin' point? I don't ever remember a point as a kid when we would be playing outside and having a good ol' time, and one of the neighborhood kids sitting on the sidewalk saying, "oh man, you totally woulda won hop scotch if I hadn't scratched my butt when you were hopping!'
Freaking losers...I guess I am the real loser, because I am the one that prefers to glance at the scores every so often, and still say I am a Red Wings fan and never support them by buying expensive jerseys, or going to see them play. Nor can I name more than one player on their team this year, and I don't even care. The most fun I have with being a fan of the Red Wings, is the affect it has on my roommate and some other acquaintances. They all seem to have a woody over the Sharks. Good for them.
Now, I have a Team Sweden Jersey from a few Olympics ago, but I bought the jersey as a symbol of my pride for my culture, and why not a hockey jersey? Besides, I use the jersey for multiple sports, because I just don't give a....well, I just don't even care. The reasons for the ranting you are asking yourself? Because fanatics, whatever the sport, drive me crazy because they get in a bad mood and try to make your life miserable for it. Was I bummed about Duke losing in the first round of the NCAA tourney, sure, but it didn't ruin my day. I yelled at the Tele for a few seconds, put my face in the carpet, then moved on. However, it did make for some entertainment later when people brought it up. Was I really heartbroken? Nah, but it was fun to ham it up and be animated and dramatic. Besides, it was the only 2 1/2 minutes I watched all season.
When someone asks me about sports, I tell them I love sports. When they ask me what team, sometimes I cringe. I enjoy playing sports, and should I have to watch sports, I use it as a way to avoid having to be social when out at dinner, by focusing on the Tele and zoning out. But, there are some teams that if I were to watch a game (or part of a game, I have a hard time justifying 2-3 hours to watch one game, when I can be doing other things of greater worth and that add value to my life).
ej
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Well, it was another great weekend! Didn't do a whole lot that was super exciting, but exciting just the same. I finished up a few quilts though, so that was good. Friday night, I spent at Mike and Jamie's place watching Riley. She is gonna be one soon, and it was Mike's birthday, so I was happy to come over and "hang out" with the little one. She is so adorable, and I am looking forward to her birthday party this coming Saturday! I made her a purple and pink Snoopy quilt. I hope she likes it, because I am nervous about giving it to them. Our friend, Michelle, made Riley a little quilt already, but I didn't find out until I was there Friday night. It is so beautiful, and I feel that I am not as talented or skilled as she is, so....it makes me doubt myself and question whether or not I should even give it to them. {sigh} It'll be fine! At any rate, I enjoyed making the quilt and I'm sure they will love it. 
I also finished up a few others, so it was a pretty productive weekend as far as the quilts are concerned. I stayed and talked with Mike and Jamie for a bit, then headed home where I met up with Carrie and Lindsay. We went on a Ginger Ale run at the Safeway, then came home and hung out for a bit before heading off to bed.
I hung out with Carrie and Lindsay on Saturday after building cleanup. We went to , because Lindz wanted to make a purse and pick up a few patterns. She bought some great material and a few patterns that were on sale. Oh, and she bought a great pair of scissors! I know this may sound crazy, but it is all about good scissors! She cut out the pattern and the material before she left on Saturday. I'm excited to see how it turns out when she comes back! She doesn't have a machine, so she will come down and use ours! I purchased some material to make a 
dress. It's purple, but it's really pretty. I'm usually against purple, even though it makes my eyes turn a really cool hazel color.
building clean up at the Camden building at 10am, 1 year old Riley's birthday party at 3:30 pm, then a surprise birthday party for Hugh (he's gonna be 50!!!) at 6:30 pm! It's gonna be a busy day! But good times, good times!
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The weekend was good fun! I never once thought about wishing I was at work instead of doing what I was doing! It's a miracle!
My roommates and I house hosted (since Rachel was the real Hostess), a "How To Host A Murder" dinner party. Rachel cooked some phenomenal food.
We all had a great time, and people came in costume and had a great attitude. I have to admit, I was a little hesitant to participate, but went along initially just because I didn't want to be a jerk. However, after reminding myself about having an open mind, I finally put my best foot forward. I used to say, "It doesn't matter what you do. What matters is how you do it, and who you do it with!" Friday night, was a great example of how much fun you can have doing something different, and something you think would be Gay, but end up having a blast, because you and the people you are with have good attitudes. I feel bad for the people that limit themselves all the time. 
Sure, I do it sometimes myself, but for the sad souls that live their lives like that...it's so droll. I have friends I love and adore that go through day after day that way, and it pains me to see it, but it is their choice.
The men in attendance, all looked amazingly hot! The women, were all stunning! Their countenances were far and beyond brilliant, that a few snapshots could never capture.
It was so fun, that I hope we can encourage others to participate in similar types of activities. I would be happy to have our house available for hosting activities like the one we had on Friday. It was a great start to a long, holiday weekend. Not only was it a holiday weekend, but it was also a Stake Conference weekend. The Saturday night session of conference was really good. So good in fact, that I attended FHE after only a few weeks of boycotting. HEH!
Oh! And my friend Jeanie called me from Illinois! It was so great to hear form her!
As I am looking at this photo of my friend dancing, I notice that our wall in our kitchen is a very bright background. We need to repaint our house, but I think that wall can stay the same. A fellow church member helped me paint my hobby room last week. It was much appreciated, and I am in process of fixing it up as a room for giving massages, doing all of my many hobbies. I am thinking of building or purchasing some small saw horses so I can finish my wood projects I build at the shop. Right now, my biggest wood project is my bed. I didn't physically build it, Manuel did, but I did design it. Designing it was really fun! The cool thing was seeing him create exactly what I wanted from my concept drawing! It seems that my roommates and I have been working a little harder on becoming better women! We have been honing are domestic skills! We all went to Jo Ann's to purchase patterns and material for sewing pro
jects, and Carrie nearly completed a skirt last night! It looked so great! Tianna made a quilt for her neice that was so cute and pink! I made a quilt with a fox pattern. It was pretty big, so it took quite some time to get it done. Tianna is going to be working on some curtains for her room, in fact, she already purchased the bar thingy to put them on! I am going to work on a dress for a little girl as my first project. Since my Twin is having a little girl, I thought I'd get a head start as Auntie Twinners and making her a dress. I'm going to make a quilt for sure, but I wanted to venture out a bit, and increase my skills. We'll see how it goes!
ej
a-okThis song currently playing, reminds me of my roomie, Carrie. She plays this on her piano and we sing to our little hearts' content! I can't wait for the piano to come home to her! It's been a few months now, and I can finally prepare to get her present I've been waiting to give her!
Another week has passed us by and the weekend is upon us. I'm starting it off with a project in the shop. Last night, I stayed late in the office and worked on a CAD drawing for my latest idea - Chinese Check Board. Today, I am going to try and make a present for someone, and maybe something for my sister. She and her husband gave me a very generous gift, and I am so grateful to them. I need to send her something. Today, I have been very preoccupied, but looking forward to going home and working on a few projects there.
First stop, Wal-Mart! We need charcoal for the grill. Then, home to prepare dinner and start a sewing project. We'll see how all the projects turn out later! Here are some pics of previous sewing ventures:
ej
happyWell, I nearly shed a tear yesterday at church. Saying good-bye to him was very difficult. For awhile, he will be coming down on weekends to work on the house, but as soon as it sells...he'll be gone. I want to help him anyway I can, but I fear that she will come with him. Since she is not one of my favorite people, I don't want to spend a lot of time with her. Besides, I am not sure Brooks is my favorite person when he is with her. That's okay, I still love and adore him, but he...changes. If she makes him happy, I'm happy for him (I just want to state that for the record).
I know that I can still call him and talk with him. It's just going to be different. Before, he was a phone call away, and 15 minutes drive away. Now, he's 3 hours away. One of my dearest friends, and the last to leave or marry away from our social ring. I remain alone (as far as our original crew is concerned). I know, and understand that I am not the first person to feel this way. I realize this, however, it does not prevent me from experiencing the emotion. My feeling is definitely aroused and beginning to affect my mood. Not so much that others may notice, but, definitely feeling like staying in my own little world I so easily run to when in need of rejuvenation. I didn't see him everyday, but I knew he was there. I'm already missing him.
ej
Well, as of a few weeks ago, it's official! Brooks is moving to Sacramento! This saddens me more than I'd like to admit. With the exception of the friends I've made in the last couple years, he and I were pretty much the last ones to either up and move away, or get married. Actually, the ones that up and moved away, are married now too! Yikes! I miss my friends, and have struggled to really make new, single friends that I can honestly say are my friends. I still have trememndous friends, but since they are married, the circle is different, and schedules don't always come together. I realize this is part of life, and I am not complaining, more, expressing the pain I feel as the last of the original crew departs to the North, and closer to marriage than I am. In fact, he is one step away from marriage, and fatherhood.
Sigh...
My heart truly aches as I consider what this means to me. Brooks even said that he thought about how he was going to tell me that he was moving, and that makes me sad. Especially, because he knew I would take it hard. I wish that I could afford to buy his house. That way I would be buying a home, and be able to remember all the good times we all had in his house! I don't even know what to say, but that my heart aches for more reasons than I would like to admit. I'm going to miss him dearly. Good-bye, Brooks!
ej
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