Friday, October 30, 2009

Runaway Car Chases and Stolen Food



I've been ordering organic food and other goods from a company called Azure Standard for three years now. I started after Daughter #1 doctor said that she needed to eat organic. With reluctancy I started and realized soon enough that the whole family was going to have to eat organic or we just couldn't do. The task of trying to keep foods separate almost drove me to drinking.... but that another story for another time. But the results were totally worth it as we watched our daughter's health start to improve.

So I found this company that ships out organic to pretty much the whole west coast and Alaska. Bulk is their specialty and shipping is FREE! Yes, I said free. So now that I'm in California, I've became a drop point and have about 16 families using my house as a drop for their orders. Now during this process I've come to know the truck driver Rick who stops by my house every month and we become fast friends.


Rick is from Oregon and always is having something happen to him when he's down here in my neck of the woods. For example, about two months ago bank robbers decided to mess up traffic on the freeway when they started to throw money out their car windows while driving down the freeway. It worked, as you might be guessing, poor Rick was in the middle of everything.

So as he teases me that we're just plain crazy down here... I was worried when he was late arriving to my house to make his drop. I called and he said, "I was just robbed!! Some guys jumped into my truck and stole food!". Poor Rick, I expecting him to quit anytime now. I think it's too much drama for a guy from Oregon that's use to peace and quite and trusting neighbors.

So in tribute to Rick the truck driver who's willing to brave the tundra of San Diego and risk it all to get me my slivered almonds.... I dedicate this blog today.

Until Tomorrow,
Java Girl

Monday, October 26, 2009

Dog Gone It


In my world of two cats and one dog... things get really interesting at my house. You see... I have one cat who will take on any creature no matter the size. Another cat who has no street skills whatsoever. And a dog who thinks he's a cat.

When we found Snoop online at a Doberman rescue we never imagined the luggage that he would come with...

Scared of men
Eats only steak
Never been leash trained
Pees on grill
Scared of anyone who walks through the front door
Loves to kill rats and mice (and looks very guilty after the kill)

So after a lovely evening at church, we entered our home to find Snoop Dog on the back patio parading his bountiful claim that he can protect us three gals from invaders like this...



And my next thoughts as you can imagine were ..

Who's going to dispose of this rodent?

Maybe if I leave it there overnight, something will come a remove it so I don't have too touch it!



I'm never ever walking on the patio barefoot again!
Java Girl

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Early Driving Skills

With Autumn in the air, I've been thinking on Grandpa and Grandma. They lived to be 94 and 96 and they ate bacon and all the fixin's for as long as I remember.

Here they are at their 50th Wedding Anniversary....


Now my Grandpa let my sister and I drive as soon as our feet could touch the pedals. I remember driving the tractor with a wagon on the back at the age of about six. Then also came the lawn mower which I especially liked, that also had a wagon on the back that Grandpa would place a folding chair in and sit while I mowed. But the time I'm especially remembering, is when I finally received the okay to park the lawn mower in the garage. I was excited and very nervous, but I was use to these little tests of passage from my Grandpa.... so I got ready and started in the garage to park strategically between the grill and the grain. I was sure I could do it and as I eased into the perfect parking spot, suddenly the brakes wouldn't work!!! And I ran smack dab into the grill. I killed it, it was dead for sure. There was a long pause of silence and I was not sure of the reaction..... but as my Grandpa approached the grill and started investigating it closely, he then started to laugh. It was then that I knew I was in the clear.

Many of laughs about the mangled grill and how Grandpa hammered it back into place... dotted our lives. He also told me that every time he looked at it, it made him homesick for me. And believe it or not, he let me park the huge Buick La Sabre in the garage the very next day.

Trust and not afraid to allow some mistakes, seemed to be his motto.

I'm hoping that you're thinking on someone in your life who loved you like that.

Until Tomorrow,
Java Girl

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

At West End

I have a new favorite store and it's called At West End... check out some of the cool stuff they have.....



Putting this on my Christmas list....


Who doesn't want a tree to be holding there apples....


Too cute!!


And little unpractical, but what the heck..


It's amazing what you can do with a rock....


Love these too....

If you want to check out their website go to http://atwestend.com

Happy Shopping,
Java Girl

Monday, October 19, 2009

The Blonde Bomb

I thought I'd share some of my youngest daughters craziness... she so funny and it started the minute she was born.


Just to give you an idea of her silliness.... when she was about three, we lived in Alaska and Dad worked close enough to drive home for lunch. Now we homeschooled so when he could make it home he would always call so we would have the kitchen table cleaned off from school books. Well one day he called and Daughter #2 answered and talked about 15 seconds to her Dad. I came in and assumed it was Dad and that he was giving us a warning call. I asked, "Was that Daddy?" She said, "Yes." I asked, "Is he on his way home?" She said, "No." I then inquired why and she said to me, "He said he's not coming home for lunch because he has a girlfriend!"

Til this day I can't tell you how many countless events have happen like that with this gal of ours. But the funniest antic lately is that she has a dog named Snoop. He's big and black and if you really want to hear more about him you can search deep in the bowels of this blog. Well anyways the story goes like this.... Daughter #2 was riding her bike around the neighborhood and she suddenly felt the need to look back... that's when she noticed a large black dog chasing her. So of course she started riding faster and faster in hopes to get away. Then she notices he's gaining on her and suddenly realizes it's her dog Snoop!!!

That's my girl.... a never ending stream of hilariousness!!

Until Tomorrow,
Java Girl

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Old School

With some recent events in my life happening, it's caused me to reflect on my Grandpa. If you've read any of my older posts on him... you'll understand that he was patriotic, a great teacher, lover of the outdoors and especially knew how to make time for my sister and I.

Being a daughter of a single Mom... she was more than happy to drop us off at Grandpa and Grandma's every June. There on the farm we found adventure, hard work and discipline. But today I'm thinking on Grandpa's work ethic... you see he never did any business on credit and all business transactions were done with a hand shake. I especially remember one time in particular when he share chopped with a farmer named Leo Greziak. Now farming didn't come easy for Leo and he relied on other farmers land to provide for his family and livestock. So when he got behind on his debt to my Grandpa he started to avoid him. I remember one day we were up bright and early and he told me we were going to see Leo today. I already knew what it was about, because my Grandpa used our time riding in the truck to instruct my sister and I on various life subjects.

So as we were getting ready to load into the truck my Grandpa came around the back of the garage where the garden was and he had boxes full of food from the garden. He knew Leo was having a hard time and this act of kindness still sits deep in my soul. As we drove over to Leo's farm we then turned into the drive. Grandpa went to the door to find out where Leo was and sadly enough he was in the barn and wouldn't come out, he was embarrassed and thought my Grandpa was going to be disappointed in him. My Grandpa called Leo and he came out of the barn, head hanging low. It was then that Grandpa instructed me to start unloading the produce. Grandpa walked over and I joined him. I'll never forget his words, "Leo, I bought you some food for your family. I just don't want you worrying about this debt and when you're able I know you will pay me. Do what you need to do and start holding your head high." I remember Leo's face and the expression he had on it. Forgiven and encouraged. They then shook hands and we headed on home.

What ever happen to the good old days... now we have contracts and signatures and contracts for the contracts and people making money off from us just because of the contracts. I wish our society hadn't caused this. I simply miss the Good Ol Days.

Until Tomorrow,
Java Girl

Friday, October 16, 2009

The Simple Act of Kindness

No one can ever you prepare you for it... meaning your life purpose, but when it does come you have to be ready to go. Plain and simple.

I grew up in one of the most dysfunctional families you probably would ever meet. My parents married and divorced when I was five years old. I then watched my mother marry and divorce two more times and my life was hell, watching her slide into her pit of nothingness.

So when I met my husband I had a lot of luggage.... meaning, preconceived ideas of what families where like. I never in my wildest dreams ever thought that I would receive healing from the very family that the Lord gave me. Healing from hurts, trusting again and along the way... never expecting that the best friendship I would ever receive would be from my first born.

She and I are so different in so many ways, but we also respect and listen to each other. Honesty is at the top of our list and I will tell you that I get more scoldings from her than she gets from me. I'm a wild card at times and she is steady. But along with this friendship has come trials with her health... horrible painful trials and she continues to endure. She has asked if she can give up and stop fighting... but I tell her "No." It's simple and it's selfish, but I do not think that my life would be the same if I didn't have her there to talk too. From the outside, it looks like she needs me, but the truth is that I need her more.

The unfathomable love of God... to bless me unexpectingly with such a treasure. I think of Jonathan and David from the Bible. Jonathan was David's armour bearer and that's how I feel for my girl... I would give my life for her.

So I continue in this life, trusting my Lord more than I ever have and at the same time giving up trying to control the very things that have become such a treasure. My family. My life source of who I've become. It's funny when you think about it, but my name means Grace and that's exactly what I've become... an example of God's grace.

God's simple act of kindness is that I never needed anything in this life except my salvation. And in return I've received so much more.

Until Tomorrow,
Java Girl

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Plane Partners

Yesterday I had the funniest young man sit next to me on a flight. He was in the Navy and had been visiting a girl that he liked. I inquired how it went and he said "Good". He then held up his hand in a fist and then waited for me to do the same. I thought to myself... "my word, does he want me to smack knuckles with him?" He did..... and so I did this weird primal trendy act of coolness and started to laugh at the same time. He didn't look at me as a overweight forty something that was worn out from a fun long weekend with my hubby.

I like people, I like watching them do there stuff, listening to them and most of all engaging with them. Especially on airplanes where they have no where to run. I like looking at the pictures of their family, hearing their stories. You know as I sit here right now... I can't think of one uninteresting soul that I've ever talked too. I think it's so amazing that God has made everyone so individual and unique.

Until Tomorrow,
Java Girl

News Tomorrow

Sorry, Sorry and Sorry. I've been gone on a trip and just returned home. Tomorrow I will have a the latest new and stories.

Lots going on,
Java Girl

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Best Pumpkin Bread in the Whole Entire World


Here it is...
PUMPKIN BREAD
2 cups white flour
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. ground cloves
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. nutmeg
1 tsp. cinnamon
2 cups sugar
3/4 cup butter
2 eggs
1 can pumpkin (15-16oz.)

Heat oven at 375' and lightly grease 2 loaf pans. Beat sugar and butter until blended, add eggs one at a time. Beat until light and fluffy. Beat in pumpkin at low speed add flour mixture.

Bake 1 hr. 15min. check at 1 hr with tooth pick. Cool in pan 10 mins then remove.

Eat and Enjoy,
Java Girl


Thursday, October 1, 2009

Mall Etiquette

I need to confess something to you my readers.... but before I do that I have to explain a couple things.

First, can someone tell me when I exchanged places with my youngest teenage daughter. I mean, really... I use to wipe her nose, cook her food and most of all dress her nicely. But there has been an secret exchange... it happen around the age of 13 and it's this.... she now gives me advice on how to dress and what not to say in front of her friends and the list I'm giving you could go on for days and days, but I'll stop here. You get the idea.

Secondly, I admit some of the advice I get from her is true, it is and I really need it. But most the time I just want to be me. So getting back to the story, my youngest and I are very much alike, we would love to paint the world and have no rules involved. And often times we set out to do errands and it can become quite comical. Well, yesterday we decided to go get dinner at the mall. Now this isn't just any mall, it's a Southern California Mall, it's a mall where almost everyone is wearing designer this or that. It's where women walk around in really high heels to shop. It's simple a place I don't belong. I don't fit in. So back to dinner, we love getting take out from Sarku the Japanese place that makes the greatest chicken teriyaki. And so we ordered, but daughter #2 wanted to stay and eat outside. So we did. That's when it happen, my moment of moments....after splitting up the food I pulled out my knife (Spyderco) that my husband gave me when we lived in Alaska. I took it and I cut the styrofoam container so that my girl and I would have two separate containers to eat out of. Then I looked up at her and she just stared at me with this funny look... and then she said, "Mom, that was just so Alaskan." And we laughed. Yes it probably looked funny that in an environment where Gucci is in and Spyderco's are probably illegal... I'm sure I broke some mall etiquette rule.

But you have to understand this military world that has exposed me the remoteness, city, expensive, cheap, busy streets, history, wildlife, car wrecks on fast highways, military bases, learning a whole new set of names for the fifth time (that's how many times we've moved), deployments, being over worked and under paid. I'm apt to make a couple mistakes that cross over now and then.

You can take the girl out of Alaska, but you can't take the Alaska out of the girl,
Java Girl