June 10, 2013
There were live people in my weekend! Natalie had her recital this weekend. She was in 8 numbers! She and all the other kids did a great job! She had to keep her costumes under tight wrap as Ollie LOVES munching on lace. Weirdo.
My camera is broken! I did not get any good shots. I'll have to see if I can pull any stills from the video when it arrives. That's Nat in the split.
That's Nat with her leg up.
The madhouse that is the dressing room.
Had to have a crew to move all her stuff. The lovely exit crew, my sister Boobie, Nat and my daughter, Lina.
Stage makeup.
Goofing with her aunt and sister.
That afternoon, it was actually hot enough for ME to go in the pool. The pool temp got up to 87! Official season opening of Straka Springs!
Milo would not have anything to do with the pool, which is very strange for a lab!
Ahhhhhh.
I forgot how nice it was to have a dog that cleans up everything.
It was even warm enough to eat outdoors. Thanks, Fitzie's!
June 10, 2013
So my friend, Kathy, asked me if I wanted to go to see something called a Long Island Medium with her. Who? What? "Her name is Theresa Caputo. She talks to dead people."
I see.
I told Kathy, "I can't go. I know too many dead people. She'll never leave my side!" Kathy said, "I know. That's why I want you to go." Anyway, although I was a bit apprehensive, I finally agreed to go. I imagined it being like Whoopi Goldberg's character in Ghost. Dead people pulling her this way and that. I wasn't disappointed.
So she's this little flashy chick, (great shoes!). I took this from her Facebook page. This is what she was wearing. I guess she came from her Stockton shows to San Jose.
She explains how she works, her signs, etc., etc., which most of you probably know because you watch her show? Anyway, she starts working the room asking who has a dead mother, sister, kid who died in an accident, someone who took their own life. She's making her way through the audience and I am totally fascinated. I believe! Now mind you, the auditorium was sold out and seats 3,000. We were kind of in the back of the ground floor (On aisle seats. Thank you Kathy! You know, my 'Not Sitting in an Aisle Seat Phobial).
She made her way to the back of the room, opposite of where we were. She's finished talking to some people, she whips around and looks directly at me, starts a bee line towards me and says, "Who has someone who died in a motorcycle accident?" I gasp, "OH MY GOD!" I stand up, she walks over to me and says, "There's nothing they could have done. He wasn't wearing a helmet. He would not have survived even if he was wearing a helmet. Was someone ejected?" Yes, he and his passenger were. His passenger survived.
When we went to the hospital that night, the doctors said exactly that. That even if he had been wearing a helmut, he would not have survived as his spine was severed.
I was in utter shock! But I'm not sure why. I always knew the dead people were out there.
Then she asked something about a necklace. The people behind us said, "Us!" So she starts talking to them...yadda, yadda. Some dead people are so rude! Why couldn't they let me finish talking to Baby? LOL!
If you're really into this stuff, Kathy detailed the experience here (click here)! Just one boo-boo about the date at the end.
Anyway, the thing is over and Kathy and I go to stand in line to use the bathroom. I glance at the wall and under the poster of Ted Nugent (as in Ted Nugent was here), this plaque is there.
Yep, March 12, 1988. The day Paul (RIP) and I got married. Hello, P-Rez!
When I got home, my Little Honey Bunch asked if we raised the dead. I said, 'Yup, we sure did!" Then at dinner, I was recounting the motorcycle bit of the story. I was expecting oooo's and ahhhh's.
BUT NO! THEY RAINED ON MY PARADE!
99% of people who die in accidents aren't wearing a helmet...something about a fake...blah, blah, blah, I don't know, I wasn't listening anymore. They could see that their words had saddened me so they stopped.
STOW IT! DEAD PEOPLE DO EXIST! What about Lester Anderson at Mira Vista? Everyone knew he was there, opening windows, switching the lights, fixing lights. He had lived in that house for 72 years. He wasn't going to move out just because he died!
Anyway, I felt shot down. Saddened that maybe Baby didn't stop in.
I thought, I'll show them it was real! I'll find a 1986 (the year he died) penny or something tomorrow. You watch! You watch!
So I'm leaving my Zumba class at 24 Hour Fitness. I go to log in my time and sitting right on the desk is a nickel.
A really old nickel. I have no idea what the significance of a 1946 nickel is but I do know that nobody would just find an old ass nickel sitting around for no reason. Or maybe the spirits just transposed the numbers. He was born in 1964.
Hello all my lovely Dead People! I love you!
By the way, I did set my TIVo to record two of her shows last night. Must go watch!
June 1, 2013
Hold on time! You're going way too fast!
Yesterday was the last day of school at Clayton Valley Charter High School. Can you believe it? It's summer already, but we have no sun! It also happens to be the 19th anniversary of one of my favorite people, Mia. Happy Anniversary, Mia and Omar!
I came to change my header for June and realized I only posted twice last month. It was a ... um ... pensive month for me. Trying to understand why death hits so often in my world. Trying to solve the mysteries of the universe in my head. Wondering why people I thought were my friends turned out not to be. It made me sad. It hurts when you encourage, support, cheerlead, offer advice, make flyers for, do free photo shoots for, think enough of them to bring them trinkets from your trip...and then the thanks you get? For reasons still unclear to me, I get blocked on Facebook (not talking about you SS...LOL!). You see, it's not rocket science. When the only posts you see are PUBLIC, you know you're blocked. So if you're going to play like that, Homie, let me kindly escort you to the unfriend button instead. I would also like to respectfully request that you refrain from bringing me up in your gossip sessions. Am I talking about you? Does the shoe fit? If it does, wear it, Honey, wear it.
Sometimes, I hate Facebook. Makes me act and feel 12 all over again. Sorry to have gone off on that tangent but really, life is too short to deal with silly pettiness. I wish you well.
OK, putting on my big girl panties and moving onward!
Also contributing to my lack of posting, my camera is broken!!!!!!! Must get that fixed. All my recent photos are iPhone shots.
Now these people make me happy! True friends through and through.
And my lovely Little Honey Bunch. He makes me happy. I love our weekly date nights.
I got into the habit of taking a picture of me in the toilet. Seriously, does this look like a 54 year old? Rodan + Fields, Baby! Zumba helps, too.
Last week, this fellow was hanging out at the Clayton Club.
Apparently, he's a regular. He was there last night, too. Hey, wait a minute! Me and my Little Honey Bunch resemble that remark!
The most regular of all, John "I don't take no credit cards" The Bartender.
And the ever present cowboys and cowboy boots. Hey, isn't that what's his face?
And...can't forget my self portrait toilet picture. That's my drunk scum of a bum face. (Julie, remember that phrase?)
Aren't my high top, high heeled tennis cute?
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