Hello!

Hi world! It's me, Gita. Hope ya'll had a great easter. I drove to my niece and nephews newly purchased house in Tehachapi. Such a great house. I drive hours to go camping in what looks like my nephews back yard. We all have specific terraine that we identify with, whether it's pine tree forests or concrete jungles. I love oak trees and granite boulders. I guess from my early days in Thousand oaks. When it really was...a thousand oaks. My neighbor, Robin Rosendahl had a horse named Bonnie and my sister had a horse named Chico who shared a fence between their corrals. We would outfit our horses with bareback pads and hackamore bridles and take off to Hauser Circle field. This was in the days of the old T.V. show, Alias Smith and Jones. We thought "Alias"was a person, so one of us was Smith and the other Jones and we always had a "pretend" person named "Alias". We would set up jumps and chase barrels. Unfortunately, either Bonnie or Chico would run away while we were riding them. Bonnie was no threat but Chico was an 18 hand high albino gelding with a vengeance. Our neighbor Linda Hansen (much older than us), taught me that horses can feel your energy and all you have to do is stand strong and they will be passive with you. It's really true. We used to have this song that went like this: Bonnie and Chico were sittin' in a chopper,
Bonnie let a whopper,
Chico couldn't stop her,
and that's how
Bonnie and
Chiiiiiiicccccccooooo,
Died!

GCLA

Gold Coast Lady Anglers! March meeting. Great food. Awesome dessert. Eight bottles of fish friendly wine.

Bad day

Sad, Sad news. Our house is officially on the market. I hate it.

Mom's a genius!

Mom's a genius! I have been crazy with disconnectitis for two days! That's the sometimes fatal disease that attacks your computer for no reason, and prevents you from being able to....gulp... go online. I was sure I had caught the disease and was even feeling somewhat suicidal when Mom told me to unplug and plug back again, my modem. Surely I'm not the only one who didn't know of this cure!

Mole

So, I'm driving home down our street and I see this brown fuzzy thing jiggling it's way across the road. I thought is was a kid prank (you know, those little furry non-pet type things on a string, and as soon as you bend down to get a closer look, some fat freckle-faced kid yanks the string) but then I saw it was a mole. There are really cute, you know. So I pick it up and go to my neighbor whom I have never met, and who is working in his garage, for help. Then the mole bites me. Then I drop it on it's very cute little head. Then it's flopping around like it has a broken back. Then I start crying saying, " I killed it" "I broke it's back". My neighbor is saying "Oh I think he's ok". Ya, right! So he says "lets give him a little help", and digs a little hole. Is he really helping him or just burying him so I don't know it's dead. He puts a bucket over the mole in the divot/grave and I decided to pull myself together and introduce myself. His name is Clay and he's really quite cute too! And, he has a beautiful dog named Clement. And I'm definitely NOT dating. Not for another eleven months, at least. I went back over to check on the mole and thought I should probably take him to my backyard since most people enjoy killing moles as opposed to putting them in their garden. Then on the way home, I'm thinking that Dizzy is sure to find it so maybe Lester next door ( you know the hippy santa clause) wouldn't mind taking on the project. Problem came when Lester wasn't home, but I left the mole in his front yard anyway on a pile of fresh dirt with a bucket over it. I hope there's a hole in the bucket, dear Lizza, dear Lizza..........

Ernest don't do Oprah!

So......OK, I didn't actually log on for the big Oprah event. It was at 9:00p.m.! She obviously doesn't know that I go to bed at that time. Besides, I read the book and it was just a two worm rating out of five. He's kinda la la, if you know what I mean. For the most part his big awareness is just that. Awareness. He talks a lot about the ego and the different forms the ego takes on and how to separate your true self from the ego. I could be wrong but I'm pretty sure that's already been covered by others. Mainly Jesus. He gets, I guess, sort of existential about it or maybe Hindu. At any rate, for me, I found myself saying WHA??? a lot. You know me, one taco short of a combo plate.