Counting down the days till Bush/Cheney are out.

Lucky Me.

As a child I was amazed at my mothers ability to find 4 leaf clovers. I remember always trying to find them and never finding even one. Well today I not only found one, but 12. I could not believe it. I was playing outside with my kids and I looked down and saw a huge patch of clovers and instantly saw one, then two, then three... I Found twelve!!!!! I was so excited. Who finds 12 four leaf clovers? Me. Now I never thought I was a superstitious person, I mean I should be, I was raised by the most superstitious man I know. I mean my dad would never let me kill a spider in the house because it would bring bad luck. Nor could you kill a cricket. Most of his superstitions he would make up which makes me think he's suffering from a bad case of OCD. For example, he kept a knife in his bedroom window with the blade facing out. I would always turn it around just to see how long it would take him to turn it back. He has a black button up shirt that he wears every time he goes to the doctor. He wont wear any other shirt. He says that he wears it because the first time he wore it his physical went great, so it had to be the shirt. He's been wearing the same black shirt for 15 years. When he leaves the house he puts a nickel in his left pocket and a dime and a quarter in his right pocket. There are too many of my fathers superstitions to list. You would think that I would be superstitious, well I'm not or I should say wasn't. After finding the clovers I went and bought a scratcher(which I never do) and won 50 bucks. Then I went to a thrift store and found an awesome pull down world map. You know like the ones that you find in classrooms. I've always wanted one. As I was turning the corner to purchase my new found treasure that's when I found the Underwood. Gleaming with all its history. I swear I could of screamed tears of joy when I saw it. There was some little boy abusing the hell out of it typing away. I stood over the little boy anxious every time he pounded the keys. I thought where's his mother? Does she see what he doing? He's abusing it. He finally got up to go look at a bin filled with misc. McDonald's toys, dirty stuffed animals, and dolls with there heads ripped off. Finally I carefully picked it up, look to see what damage was done, and then took it up to the counter and paid for it. I can't believe I found an antique Underwood typewriter. I mean it looks like the type Jack Kerouac used. Maybe I'll channel him when I write my first book on it.

figuring out how to get the ribbon to work.


Got it working!



Starting my masterpiece.

A man that I would... If I could.

Aviophobia.

I have to fly in 2 weeks and I'm scared. I'm not sure where my fear of flying came from because when I was little I would fly back to the states from Germany twice a year for 5 years and I loved it. Oh wait! I remember where my fear came from. It was February 12, 2005. I was flying back home from Las Vegas and when I was 3 months pregnant, And the plane went through some pretty nasty turbulence that lasted about 2hours. It got so violent that the flight attendant that was sitting in eye view from me was crying and praying. The lady next to me was holding my hand and she told me she flew up to three times a week and had never experienced anything like it. Well needless to say I told myself I would never fly again. But of course I've flown 4 times since and every time I get religious and try to make a pact with god not to let me die. Speaking of death, I thought I would make a list of my Near Deaths in no particular order.


1. I was 2 years old and we lived in an apt above a restaurant in a village right outside Crailsheim Germany. I don't really remember what happened, but my folks tell me that I climbed into bed with them(which I never did), and about an hour later we woke up to smoke and my bedroom was in flames. My toy box caught on fire which was right next to my bed. An old fan without a guard had fallen from the window into my toy box and that's what did it. If I hadn't gotten out of bed and crawled in with my parents I would probably be dead.

2. I was 18 and I decided to hike up to a blue hole to go swimming. I first had to cross a river by foot which is harder that it looks. Then I had to scale some large sloping rocks in my wet skirt and wet slippery sandals. I finally got to the last part of the trail where I had to jump from one huge rock to the another slightly taller rock. I knew I could land it if I hadn't been wearing the wet sandals, but of course I tried anyways and lost my grip and my boyfriend grabbed my hand and held on. It was just like a scene from a movie. I looked down and it was about a twenty five foot fall onto a splintered tree and some other pointy rocks. Well my hand slipped out of his and I fell. I just remembered thinking it was going to hurt, and it did. I missed the tree by about 2 feet and I just lay there crying. I couldn't believe I was alive and not paralyzed. My boyfriend slid down the other side of the boulder and told me not to move. He told me some joke about hair lips and wood eyes to make me laugh. I finally got up. Not even a bruise.

3.I was 20 years old and went on a road trip with 3 friends that I thought would last a summer and ended up lasting almost a year. Towards the end of our adventure we all had run out of money and things to pawn, we ended up staying with the dead beat father of one of the guys I was traveling with who lived on an ostrich farm outside of Houston. One night we took his dad's truck out, Steve drove and I got in the back with the other 2 and off we went down some dark, hot, lonely Texas road. I would say we were going about 40 mph when all of a sudden Steve slammed on the brakes to miss an animal and out I flew out. I never hit my head on the road I just balled up and rolled and bounced down pavement into a ditch. It was like I had trained for this event. I got up and was fine. Just a little pissed and shook up.

4. Five years ago one of my good friends got married in Miami. The night before he got married me and all his best men went out for drinks on south beach. We hit every bar, we only drank the best Tequila that his daddy's credit card could buy. It was fun until I blindly walked right into the path of a car going about 60 mph. luckily I was pulled away just in time for only my flip flops to get ran over. I have to say this was the scariest out of all these near death experiences.

5. A long time ago, and once upon a time, some friends and I heard of a Rainbow Gathering that was taking place somewhere in Kentucky and decided we would check it out. After driving for 18 hours lost in the woods we finally found the starting point of the trail which was a 10 mile hike to the gathering. On our way down we were warned by some Hippies of the gravel road we would have to walk down that was covered in rattle snakes. By this point we had already gone half way so I convinced everyone to keep going and thought it couldn't be that bad. Well by the time we reached the gravel road it was dark and it was lined with rattlers. One the guys I was with was a big burly guy and he started crying and shaking. So we all got in a single formed line and held on or hugged onto each other while my boyfriend who was pushed to the front of the line laughed nervously as we all kept our eyes closed and whimpered. We tip toed about 200 yards down the road and heard their rattlers the whole way. I would consider that knocking on heavens door.

6. I used to live Los Angeles, and I loved it. But I hated the traffic. The first week I moved there I decided I should probably get insurance on my car. Realizing it wasn't smart that I drove across America with no insurance and even more stupid to be living in L.A. without insurance. You see where this is going? I pull out of my garage and turn my blinker on to make a right turn onto Van Nuys. I look both ways and see that I got it. All of a sudden I'm in mid turn and my friend Adam Yells, "Oh Shit" and then I just remember the sound and force of a car t-boning my side of the car. I looked over at my boyfriend and it was all in slow motion he starts getting out of the car trying to get my door open. Luckily my apartment building was right in front of Sherman Oaks hospital because a Doctor saw the whole crash and helped me out of the passengers side of the car. I kept telling everyone I was alright but by the way the car looked (the guy was going 65mph through a red light) there was no way I was OK. I laid down on the sidewalk because everyone was telling me to do so. That's when I got scared. Maybe I was really hurt, but the shock and adrenaline from the crash made me believe I was fine. I just remembered laying on the warm concrete looking up at the blue sky and seeing one tiny wispy cloud, and thinking If I die, this is going to be the last thing I see. I started feeling dizzy just in time for paramedics to walk me across the street to the hospital. After a number of tests they sent me to large room with several beds that where all divided by white curtains. After putting my clothes on I hopped on the edge of the bed and pulled the curtain open and waited for the doctor. There was no one else in the room. All I could think about was if the guy who hit me was ok. Shortly after, the guy who hit me walks in. He was a skinny, short, scared, Hispanic guy about my age. I was so happy he wasn't dead. His nice sports car was smashed up like a soda can. After seeing he was fine, The shear panic of not having insurance took over me. I knew it was his fault, but still I had no insurance, would this mean I would be at fault. I thought I was screwed. Alive but screwed. I smiled at him and asked if he was OK. He couldn't speak English. I felt really bad for him because come to find out he was more screwed than me. He was an Illegal alien driving someones car without insurance. We knew we were both screwed. I bought him a Coke and a pack of cookies and we ate cookies cut our losses and then went our separate ways, Alive with a few mild concussions.