My life has changed so much since December 2018. I remarried January 7th, 2023 ... we sold the house, sold our vehicles - and bought a new 4x, a puppy, & a 5th Wheel to travel the mainland States and experience life in the slow lane. As always I record e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. happening in my life: I will share lots of pics & vids of our USA travels: I hope you enjoy our Blog.
((((THANK YOU, YESHUA!))))
The
rats are fleeing the obamanite sinking ship.
Even the demon rats can’t stand the DC … or the brainwashed, racist-fueled minions inhabiting that political sewer … that barak hussain obama created.
Americans could not have received a more fitting - or welcome - Christmas GIFT 😊
CLUE: The devil always loses; wisely choose which side of the road to walk on 😉
I finished MOD Sock Monkey
Lapghan last night, that I started working on the evening of December
11th – the pattern actually works up pretty quick; I was
slow due to breakfasts, lunches, brunches, and running around town with friends
in town for holiday shopping 😉
The finished Lapghan
measures 42-inches wide, and 48-inches long. This is not a full-sized afghan ... just a shortie, meant to be
laid over your lap and knees for warmth.
This pattern uses simple
sc, throughout.
If you find it difficult
to keep the increases and decreases straight in line, use a different colored
length of yarn as a marker and carry it up the pattern, moving it up as you
work it up: you will need 13 ‘markers’.
MOD SOCK MONKEY LAPGHAN PATTERN
Materials: Worsted weight yarn – 1 skein EA of Red Heart Super-Saver
Jumbo yarn in colors of Aran, Red, & Gray; Size G hook; tapestry needle;
scissors.
PATTERN: With Aran, ch 238.
Row 1: 1 sc in 2nd ch from hook, 1 sc in each of next
6 ch, *3 sc in next ch, 1 sc in each of next 7 ch, skip 2 ch, 1 sc
I each of next 7 sc; repeat from * and end last repeat with 1
sc in each of 6 ch, skip 1 ch, 1 sc in last ch.
Rows 2 thru 4: Turn – skip first st, *1 sc in back loop of each
of 7 sts, 3 sc in back loop of next st, 1 sc in back loop of each next 7 sts,
skip 2 sts; repeat from * and end last repeat with 1 sc in
back loop of each next 6 sts, skip 1 st, 1 sc in back loop of last st. Drop
White & attach Red; ch 1, turn. DO NOT CUT YARN …
you will carry MC yarn up the backside of lapghan as you work it and pick it up
to be worked with each alternating MC stripe. Attach new color.
When changing colors, always draw the new color through the last loop on hook
before turning work.
Rows 5 & 6: With Red, repeat rows 1 & 2; drop red & attach gray;
ch 1, turn.
Rows 7 thru 14: With Gray, repeat rows 1 & 2; drop gray & attach red; ch 1,
turn.
Rows 15 & 16: With Red, repeat rows 1 & 2; drop red and
attach aran.
Repeat the alternating sixteen
rows stripe process of yarn changes (**4
R Aran – 2 Rows Red – 8 Rows Gray – 2 Rows Red** for pattern) until
lapghan measures 48-inches in length from start.
There will be 9
ct. Aran stripes; and 8 ct. Gray stripes… with Aran being the
ending stripe. Cut White, and tie off. Neatly weave in loose ends.
When you get to a point in your life; where you know you want to move forward, but you don’t which road to take … and you’re afraid you’ll take the wrong road … those are the scariest moments.
I’m at that point.
And it seems that Elohim will be expecting more of me in the coming New Year, than He did the past three years.
I’m not fool: I know that when Elohim is insistent that I do something (and it appears that He has been, lately – and probably through the New Year), I also know that there are areas in my life, that He’s going to be shining a light on with the message that it’s time to get my house in order.
I really did not want to do this, this morning. Last time I had been at this particular fellowship, it did not end well – the previous pastor’s son had slid into his father’s place as pastor, and he was throwing his weight around: his ego was out of control, and easily bruised. Basically, he was becoming a full-fledged tyrant: and yu’all know how I feel about, and deal with tyrants. Bob was my main concern in that fracas.
Things, then, did not end well. At all.
But … when Elohim wants something done, it gets done; one way or the other
As soon as I walked into the foyer, I noticed that things had changed. Significantly.
Attitudes were more subdued.
Attendance was noticeably smaller.
A scent of humbleness was in the air.
I was welcomed. Sincerely, and warmly by those who remembered me.
I was sorry to hear about the deaths; and the struggle for life the other family members went through – I would never wish suffering or death on anyone; no matter how rotten they treated me, or mine.
I know the pastor and his entire family had masked up - and got the jab followed up by boosters. I know this, because I know them: they would have taken every safeguard. But, covid will not be denied it's pound of flesh. Covid was designed to be a destroyer.
And everyone there, who knew Bob and I was a couple, were sad to hear of Bob’s absence in my life.
By the time fellowship wrapped up, healing for all parties concerned, had taken place.
I really was glad I went.
I was thankful Elohei went before me and prepared the way.
I am grateful for Elohim’s mercy, and Yeshua’s grace.
So, there was a healing that took place this morning on several levels, in several lives – and that’s usually how healing happens: it comes in the doing of what you’d rather avoid. But, growth does not happen by avoiding certain circumstances or painful experiences.
Either Elohim’s going to be blessing me big time … or He’s getting ready to punch my ‘Come Home!’ Ticket. Either way, I need to be ready to face Him with full confidence to receive the crown he had laid away for me.
And I think I am ready – but apparently, there are things, that He thinks need to be settled. So, he’s doing it. His way Seriously 😉
Well ... that's it.
Leavenworth is officially scratched off my "To Do" List.
F.O.R.E.V.E.R.
I will always cherish the belated Honeymoon Vaca my loving husband whisked me away to September 9th, 2014 – and I was hoping to do a Solo Lobo trip sometime in 2022; but I'm washing my hands of that beautiful little place. I won't be going back.
If they want to embrace this Hellish nonsense ... I can find somewhere else to spend my time. And my $$$$.
Leavenworth is a beautiful town tucked into our beautiful Cascade Mountain Range; and the town used to celebrate the beauty of Christmas in the Winter time. That some asinine city official decided to give way to prancing and dancing demons shows where the heart of Leavenworth lies.
America’s War on Children is running full throttle under the demonic leadership operating out of DC.
Before I left the house for my lunch date in town, I texted my granddaughter and her husband a Happy Anniversary message: their second.
Downtown parking was hard to find, but we both managed to find a spare space and zipped into it after several passes around the block 😉
‘Remember/Christmas’ song: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TisqJTlSQgs)
We enjoyed a nice, relaxed 2-hour lunch, in which several topics were touched on … but mostly we talked about our lives in the moment. My friend wants to retire – but it doesn’t look like that will happen any time soon. Children were discussed, and Grandchildren were bragged about, and ooohed and awwwed over; and when I was asked if Alyna stays in touch with me (my friend remembers Alyna from 4 years to graduation time: my friend only knows about my grandson in conversation) … I said, “not much: we text on occasion, but that’s about it. And I don’t know anything about Azariah, at all – nothing is shared when I ask. I miss them – but, they have to miss me too. And want to spend time with me: right now, that is not happening. Bob's death changed everything.”
This is confusing to my friend because my friend knew how close Alyna and I were: and knows how excited I was about Azariah coming into our lives so unexpectantly. My friend knows, that next to Bob, my grandkids are the stars in my life.
It is confusing to me also; but this is how my life has turned out. I don’t like that – but, I’ve made peace with what is.
So, our thoughts and convo gravitated towards more in the moment topics: my summer daytrip adventures, my planned 2022 road trips out-of-State, covid madness, and the recent tornado that struck the USA. These are ‘safe topics’ that don’t squelch the Holiday Spirit.
As soon as Chinook Pass opens up for safe travel … I’ll be locking the house and heading into the great wide open 😉
My friend said, “that will probably be around the time rattlesnakes are out of hibernation and active – and some don’t have rattles.” I figured the time right, but ...
Rattlesnakes without a tail rattle? That, was news to me!
I knew that rattlesnakes go underground, and slip into a hibernating type of Winter mode: and I know that they slither back above ground in the Spring when the weather warms up … and are a serious concern in the Summer months; and I always assumed their tails were rattle activated.
I’m still interested in gravitating towards ‘The Center Of The Universe’; it intrigues me. I hope I do not bring a hitch-hiking creepy crawler back home with me.
Rattle-less Rattlesnakes: https://rattlesnakesolutions.com/snakeblog/science-and-education/are-rattlesnakes-evolving-to-rattle-less-or-losing-their-rattles/
Rattlesnake
facts: https://www.livescience.com/43683-rattlesnake.html
There is actually a snake that does fly … but it lives in Asia.
Snakes in Your Car: https://altdriver.com/country/snake-got-in-car/
Flying snakes (especially venomous snakes) was not anything I had even considered when thinking about hurricanes and tornadoes. But obviously my friend thinks about it: I’d rather those things had not been said!
I hope I do not have nightmares tonight ☹
When my friend went back to the job site, I left downtown behind and drove home via Olympia Way – and smiled when I caught sight of Nutty Narrows Bridge: Bob always glanced at the little squirrel bridge suspended between trees flanking the street - he was the first to point it out to me, shortly after we were married in 1974; and it has become habit to me too, to glance at it in passing, over the years.
The Nutty Narrows Bridge has the titles of “World’s Narrowest Bridge”, and “World’s Narrowest Animal Crossing”: it is decorated for seasonal holidays 😉
I also noticed a chain link fence surrounding the Campus Towers Sign; with torn up ground … and no tall building. That made me sad because Bob’s grandmother has lived there after she became a widow in the 1981. I could not find any information about demolition concerning the building – but the fence is present, the ground looks like a construction site, and that tall building was not seen.
I came home and got comfy: pj’s on … and Christmas lights lit 😊
And received an incoming text: lunch with my friend is now a scheduled ‘thing’ 😉
Joy resonates in my life – it always has since I was saved in 1965: joy is Elohei’s grace in my life.
No matter what life throws at me, I always have a laugh in me that buoys my spirit with feelings of pleasure and happiness; no matter what. Joy has been my saving grace – that emotion that makes life worth living in the moment because it recaps our internal center; feelings of comfort, gratitude, and worth.
Joy is what has carried me through all the seasons of my life. I was thinking about that this morning on my drive over Delameter to Castle Rock for exercise class. As I drove, three songs came over the airwaves that added holiday ambiance … and a text message, too, that led to making a lunch date tomorrow with a friend 😉
Tom
Petty: ‘It’s Christmas Again’ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESv6nBWCSu4)
Bing Crosby & David Bowie Christmas Song: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n9kfdEyV3RQ)
James Taylor: ‘Deck The Halls’ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D23FudHtecQ)
Leaving Castle Rock an hour later, I decided to drive over Hazel Dell Road to Keenager’s – I’m glad I did both 😊
Driving over Hazel Dell Road, I laughed when I saw that Charlie Brown and Snoopy has been exchanged for a fat and fluffy snowman in the hallmark farm truck that has been parked in the upper end of a farm field near the roadway. Someone else has been bitten by the Joy Bug 😉
I was still smiling with Holiday Spirit when I came upon road work a bit further on down the road.
I burst out laughing when I got to Keeneger’s, and saw the table piece Judy had set in the center of {my} table (I have sat at this table for as long as I have come here – everyone dubbed it “Val’s Table”; 😊) … the table piece is appropriate. I don’t dress like a Plain Jane anymore. I laughed because I do have a red leather purse. I do have black ankle boots, a pair of fur trimmed boots (though not zebra print), cheetah print ankle boots, and snake skin flat shoes; I have a black {fur} sweater, a black fur hat, a red bead necklace, and I have been known to wear funky eyewear: and I am wearing makeup more frequently.
Judy was pleased with herself to have “represented” me so well 😉
All the tables (about 12 of them) had a different table piece, and she told me she got them at a thrift store in Vancouver. I now have that address in my address book, and will be checking it out next time I get that way. I love dinking around in thrift stores, and now I have all the time in the world to do that.
Our guest speaker this afternoon was Andrew; I was glad to hear him, again. His message was timely, to the point, and it spoke to my spirit on several levels.
Andrew didn’t speak specifically on joy – but Joy was the underlying emotion.
I was glad I decided to go today.
On my way back home via Coal Creek Road, I joyously shouted ‘Hallelujah!’ when I drove past the turnout where abandoned vehicles and campers have been torched by pyromaniacs. It has now been cleaned up and blocked off.
Bitching and forcing the city officials to do something about the crime wave out this end of Longview had finally paid off.
I’ve been pretty vocal over the months with city official shaming … I am not the only voice that has been heard, but I do feel a strong sense of validation concerning this recent activity; this is a bit too close to where I live. That the blatant criminal/arsonist activity has been allowed to happen for months without city intervention, is beyond ridiculous.
I don’t like to be a bitch – but if that is what it takes to light a fire under city officials' lazy butts, I can stand on the pitcher’s mound and wind up 😉
Yesterday was rough.
Today was a joyous recoup.
And tonight was relaxing 😊
CHEESE
SPREAD RECIPE: https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2019/12/cheese-spread-recipe.html
