How Blue Can You Make Me?

Honestly, All those who hate blogs that rant about the world, family and life in general...you might want to ignore this post. I intend to rant about Selfishness. Tonight I came face to face with a Mother and Father who care for nothing other than themselves. They ripped their son from our home to take him out on the street. They have no home, no food, no money. They took him from our home out of vindictiveness because they were angry that My Father couldn't allow them to do drugs and drink in our home. They are using that boy as a bargaining chip. They are so selfish they think of their addictions and wants before his safety and sanity. Its understandable that they need time to work out their lives, but not at his expense. He needs stability and love. In his whole life he has never been a top priority, numero uno, but last to least . How dare any parent put themselves first when they make a life! When two people share intimacy and create life, its not a mistake that can be wiped away and forgotten. When that child is allowed to grow, mature and become a person, no one has the right to use him as a tool. To work a system, to build guilt or blackmail people . I young life is a precious thing, where dreams, imagination, and promise bloom. V.F. the boy, has high hopes of joining the coastguard and saving people someday, yet his Father and Mother want to take him out of school and football practice...for what? For selfishness, just to punish My Father. How can they be so cruel to their son? My Mother's tears flow uncontrollably, she feels sick with worry about this young boy that she has grown to love and care for. I have so much more I'd like to say, but I will finish before I continue. I am stopping now in order for anyone who reads this not to think of my words but to think of the boy, V. F. , He is a human being just beginning with his whole life ahead of him. How dare his parents put his life on hold so they can fulfill hedonistic urges! Responsibility, Respect, Compassion and Love, Remember and Use your heart and Your mind! REMEMBER THE CHILDREN!

Fresh Basil!

I love Basil! With a scent sweet and spicy. A flavor reminiscent of anise. My taste for Basil has matured into an addiction. I eat Thai two days a week during the fall, winter and Spring quarters. I don't know how I survived before, if you've never tasted a true Thai curry you haven't lived. Do you know that Basil makes or breaks a true Stir Fry, Pad Thai, and Curry? Now I am the proud owner of Cinnamon Basil, African Blue Basil, Holy Basil, Red Basil and Italian Basil. Who knew that it was more than just a spice? That it was powerful, amazing and beautiful. Basil has a powerful history riddled with myth and holiness. To certain cultures it is holy herb that can heal, protect, and bring good fortune. The etymology of 'basil' comes from the Greek word for King: its fabled that Basil grew on the spot where St. Constantine and Helen discovered the Holy Cross. Basil is the symbol for love in Italy (I wish someone would send me a bouquet of Basil) and hatred in Greece. Religiously it purifies water in the Orthodox church, revered as holy by Buddhists and Hindus. Jew's believe basil strengthens resolve during fasting. African mythology asserts that basil wards off scorpions in the desert. Mysteriously Basil in many cultures protects one after life providing them safe passage to the underworld. Never eat to just eat, Eat to Live! Know what you eat! Life is more than what meets the eye!

Raise your hand!

Raise your hand if you are as angry at 1 800 numbers, computer animated voices and the phrase:"All our operators are busy, please hang up and try this number later" I have called three offices, the University Financial Aid, Dell Tech support and University Registration office. All three times I heard that phrase 6 times trying to get a hold of someone. Finally I gave up...then the semi-colon key fell off my laptop.....Please what have I done to bring this upon myself? So in order to stop myself from complaining about my ADD cousin yanking the key of my laptop or about the Financial Aid debacle, I have decided to stop right here and not write a word more until tomorrow.......its too depressing....

Its Bath Time For The Baby...

No, I don't have a baby...I have a chihuahua...is there a difference? Don't laugh so loud! Honestly, he is as much a responsibility as a child. I have always been a 'big' dog fan: Rottweilers, Mastiffs, Chows, German Shepherds never teeny tiny ones. Then out of the blue, I get a chihuahua puppy from a friend. I couldn't resist him...he is chocolate brown...a dog that is the same color as a dark chocolate Hershey bar...is after my own heart. He fit in the palm of my hand. Chico is now in his 8th year he is 10 times as big and 10 times more trouble. Every year he gets a cold during the summer that is if I don't cover him up at night from the cooler. He will get heat stroke if he lays in the sun too long. Yet, he is a 'big' dog at heart...he will take down a pit bull or a pile of rattlesnakes if given the chance. I've had to save him from his ego a few times. He braves dark halls, bullies the cat, chases the PG&E and mail man...yet he cries like a little baby when he hears the sink water. He hates water...rainwater, ocean water, puddles or hoses. They all feel him with disgust. He tiptoes across the car wash water puddles and will not go outside if its raining. Today he gets his once every two week bath and now he is hiding his head in indignation. He will milk a piece of chicken or ginger snap out of me before the night is over. His eyes bring me to my knees. Where is my dignity? I gave it up for a chocolate pup....Pobrecito!

Starbuckian

Without a doubt I have an addiction. I fight it daily, starting with the first few drops falling from the coffee pot. The smell of fresh ground coffee sends my tastes buds into a tizzy. With too many cups I will be a bit dizzy. I must watch my intake....yet the devil snared me with a magnificent trap a.k.a. Starbucks. Don't let them fool you, it wasn't God or his court of heavenly angels that devised the plot of a shop where one could obtain both chocolate and coffee in every form imaginable. How is one so very human being suppose to survive when faced with decadent mochas or Chocolate covered coffee beans. If there ever was a sin built to lead the strongest will astray its their perfect blend of chocolate and java. There should be a clinic for those of us who just can't afford 4 dollars a cup....Its bad enough that when the clock strikes ten I am one my walk just down the block to find another cup. I must draw the line when I find myself washing pockets of these choco covered beans and wondering if they are still edible. Between classes...at the end of the day I'm wondering if there is a way to hit Starbucks before I close my eyes. I must confess my problem is quite embarrassing when I pay my credit card and the statement reads Starbucks from top to bottom. A twinge of pride should make me smile when I hear that Starbucks is a fortune five hundred company.Why? I helped them get there. My face turns crimson when I drive to the window and the Barista hands me a cup before I order. This must come to an abrupt end, I have to take a stand and ban this product from my system. As a reward for my virtuous stand I think I might just take a break for an Iced Cafe Orange Cafe Mocha made with Nonfat milk. I will work harder tomorrow.

Grandma's Anniversary

People scurry to and fro, back and forth, left and right, all packaged chaotically in a small home. The heat is unbearable, the swamp cooler just won't do the trick. Hey Mom how about we go buy a block of ice and drop inside? People murmur loud and quite about memories from the past. Some sitting close on dinning room chairs, others lounging on the couch, a few squished uncomfortably in white plastic patio chairs used on these occasion as living room furniture. (The Genius of Rednecking it!) Two sets of Grandparents sharing stories of times far forgotten in the minds of the youth present. One of the youth sets hanging on every word (that's me) just trying to capture these memories for herself, Another types away on a aged laptop trying to play dogfights with slow Internet, the last two set arms intertwined with thoughts of loving on their minds. Conversation drifts from Oil Derricks to Missions.

Finally the Feast is set with BBQ chicken, Potato salad, one dish that might still be alive brought by an Aunt that you just smile and pass by, beans with no spice, and bread that wasn't cut through the bottom crust so that half a dozen dinners must wrench loose hot chunks of garlic buttered toast. As dinner comes to an end the Family searches for a delectable dessert but all come up blank. I wonder do they not realize their is no dessert. Grandma and Grandpa whose anniversary it is move their eyes to me....Grandma says, "Wheres my Anniversary cake?" Wide eyed I answer, "We have no cake" Grandma smiles with a twinge of irritation, "Your fired" The group bursts in to laughter but Grandma keeps that expression of hurt. I race to the Kitchen for a Cupcake or Snack cake anything that will satisfy the sweet tooth of an old woman. Finally in desperation I break my Organic Dark 70% Chocolate bar in half and present it to Grandma and Grandpa with smiles and laughs. Yet, Grandma can only wonder, "Is this sweetened?" A wayward Aunt goes into the kitchen looking for any remnants of the Chocolate she didn't share. Sorry, there isn't a bite more......I will never again not make a cake....I love my Family. Welcome to the Family!

What If All We Had Were Muskets?

What if Mr. Winchester had been a bridge engineer, Smith and Wesson were cookbook writers like Betty Crocker ? What if AK47s , bazookas were slang for chocolate bars or pretty girls? What if we all still used black powder guns? Would there be drivebys?

Just Think: "Ok boys, ready the powder horns stuff those wads and balls down....don't forget to powder them good" says the leader driving the low rider Cadillac pimped up with top notch gray primer. Hands and arms rush all over. One gangbanger looks to the other, "Have you seen my powder horn?" The other looks at him and says, "Man I don't swing that way" The leader says, "Hurry up boys, don't forget to set up the next round....don't fire until you see the whites of their eyes" he whispers. The others set busily readying their muzzle loading muskets. "Come on hurry up here comes the that lazy no good Crypt, we need revenge for our Blood brothers" said the Leader once more as he slowed down. The muskets explode off and the bangers start to reload. By the time they raise their muskets for the next shot the Fuzz is on them like fleas on a dogs back. Causalities....no one, the whole neighborhood is awake and their are 100 witness down the block of the shooting...

What a world? One would wonder if it would be worth the effort.....if all we had were muskets? Something tells me life would be a whole lot safer.
Laugh, Love, Live and Lounge don't Shoot, Starve, Strike or Stab!