My Life... My Story

hello... down the hall and to your left.

How I decompress... flowers from our front yard.

I had to report to Headquarters the other day. They needed us to redo paperwork. With the economy the way it is, they are crossing all their "t"s and dotting all their "i"'s. At headquarters there are many levels. The paperwork had to go through the "lower level" ... the 1st floor. I walked in and let them know I was here for the "paper work". They greeted me and then proceeded to direct me to the HR department that has the paperwork for Administration assistants, the custodial staff and grounds crew. Every time I go to headquarters, this happens. I never get directed to the Management department.... the only time I do is if Sr. Management sees me and starts chit chatting with me. Then they realize where they need to direct me.

My parents worked hard to send my brothers and I off to college. My grandparents were farmers, fruit harvesters and my father works for the Railroad. They have worked hard to push the next generation to more. I have been in my position for over 7 years and yet the assumption is strong . I don't get upset over it anymore... it just saddens me sometimes. I work hard on my projects, in my area and for my site. Oh well... at this point, I politely ask if that department can help me even though I'm Management. They quickly say oh... um no... you need to go to....

Pride of Madeira

California Poppies

We have them popping up all over. We planted two of them three years ago, and now they have spread all over the garden. They are great fillers, however sometimes I have to pull them like weeds if they are encroaching on another flower.

Hibiscus - I have re adjust my camera... too much white light.

Pride of Madeira - Echium candicans

I did a little retouching on this and the above photo. I adjusted the brightness, contrast and saturation. I also cropped the photo.

We received some news on Friday. It had to do with my husband's mother. The mother who walked out on our wedding reception. The woman who never called on Christmas, New Years, his birthday. It's been 7 years. I have not seen her personally since I wore my wedding dress.

I don't know if I should feel anything about it, because I don't. I don't know her. I do not have a relationship with her. little bad for her daughter, but overall... it's like a news story. Too bad. I'm glad she's better. Moving on.... I guess. Uncharted territories.

Two and half in the last 7 days.

"Panic attack is a response of the sympathetic nervous system (SNS). The most common symptoms may include trembling, dyspnea (shortness of breath), heart palpitations, chest pain (or chest tightness), hot flashes, cold flashes, burning sensations (particularly in the facial or neck area), sweating, nausea, dizziness (or slight vertigo), light-headedness, hyperventilation, paresthesias (tingling sensations), sensations of choking or smothering, and derealization. These physical symptoms are interpreted with alarm in people prone to panic attacks. This results in increased anxiety, and forms a positive feedback loop".

owwww.

Buzzzz

...and just like that, poof, they are gone. Our bee colony decided to conquer and out up it's little bee flag in our orange tree. The hive was coming from a preexisting hive that ( from what I read) got to big and therefor had to split. I did some more research and it stated that the hive would then wait a few days (up to four) until a better location was found. Well yesterday at 11:00 am they moved in and today by 6:30 pm that were gone. Could it have been the BBQ my husband placed up wind from them... hmmm to ponder.

The sound. My husband and I had just finished dinner and I went to bedroom to change my shoes (time to wash the car) and he followed me in when we both heard the "BUzzzzzzz". We ran to the kitchen, no site of them. We ran to the bedroom... nope not there. Then we heard them.... the buzzz was coming from the living room door. He saw then swarming out... and then silence. He lost visual. I hope they did not land in the neighbors yard. Maybe across the street in the fields?