It seems that doing homework is what I do, even though I am glad I am back to school it still causes me so much pain to research papers and write reports. I am in front of the computer for a very large part of my life. I read so many papers in one week, that my brain hurts. I guess I am complaining, no problem I like to complain.
I helped Tim can tuna yesterday, my house and my body smells of tuna. It was actually fun but we broke our large pressure cooker, a little helper did not know how to work it and so it is now junk. It cost me ovr 300 dollars so I am a bit upset but this tuna was the last we had to can for the season so I guess next year we can invest in another pressure cooker.
I am in my office which is my room and the attic, it is quite warm an so I think I will go down and do my reading in a cooler area of the house. It is sunny and I can see a large "battle field" looking boat out in the Columbia, very smooth water today.
I hear my dogs barking downstairs so I think they are upset because they want to help Tim can tuna.
Nothing new, I have not seen my boys since they returned from Thailand so I plan to visit next week. I talked to my daughter last week, she is busy so we communicate very little. I miss her. My mother is doing great in California, she is living with my older sister that just got a divoce, hurray for her. My other sister is doing great!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
copy and paste
I pasted the blogs that were in my other site, the one I cannot get into, I only had two.
I needed to do this because these tow blogs are part of my diary that I am starting, on-line. I figure it makes for interesting conversation. I hope to someday write a book, so I am hoping that jotting down my thoughts might be of help. I am not sure what type of book I want to write but that is what I am hoping will come to me by jotting down stuff. I do not have a very interesting life to speak of but I have super weird thoughts. Like for example I am in a class that is discussing transformations in organizations and so far while I read all the students experiences, I am discovering that there is very little thought and consideration that goes into large scale transformations. I work in a hospital and it is clear that many changes that take place are made by someone or many someones, that are clueless. Enough said about that it only riles me. I especially want to blog so that by children can get to know me better. I miss them and looking back I really messed up in not spending more time with them. My two sons are going to Thailand, they are leaving tomorrow, so exciting but scary. I hate when they are out of reach, sort of speak. I can't just get in the car and go to them if they needed me, so I feel like I will be out of touch. My oldest son when to Thailand when the big Zunami hit 5 years ago, that was scary and for a while I was not sure if he was alive, believe me, not a good feeling. My daughter lives in Canada and I can't visit her because I lost my naturalization papers and can't get a pass a port. That brings me to a different subject so dear to my heart, NOT!
I had to send money to the department of Home Land Security. They got a big check and my pictures so that they can restore my lost papers. I get a letter telling me they got my request and that they cashed my check, but that this letter is no way a promise that it will be done in a timely manner. I know with our technology that they can push a button after putting in my social security number and find that I am a citizen, I am a nurse, and I have never committed any crimes, well any felonies. I have been known while in one of my out of the way hikes, to pee to close to a body of water, so I guess that is a crime, but not one that home land security has to worry about. I know that all they have to do is print me up a new record to prove that I am a legal citizen and that I am not a bomb-making terrorist. I know this, I sent them 380.00 dollars for their time and paper they might generate. I know they can and I know they know I am not a dangerous terrorist subject to deep investigative procedures, hello! I work in a hospital and I take care of patients in the emergency room. Why then do they have to sit on my request, it is not because there are so many that they do not have staff to open up the mail; remember they cashed my check and sent me a letter, that is in my opinion a waste of paper and time right there. They could just as easily gotten into my records and pulled out a copy of my papers. I am not sure what they gain from making me wait. I became a citizen 20 years ago, I inevitably was going to loose my papers, after all, I moved 10 times since then. I figure they plan it this way, they figure most people loose important papers, and they stand to make some money. They also figure you should be punished for your irresponsible behavior. So here I wait and in the mean time I can't visit my daughter, I can't change my name to my new married name but I have to pay taxes, and my bills, and I am expected not to pee near a body of water, well I will pay my taxes, and my bills reluctantly since I am officially not a citizen, but I will continue to pee near a body of water, it is my right as a non-citizen.
I needed to do this because these tow blogs are part of my diary that I am starting, on-line. I figure it makes for interesting conversation. I hope to someday write a book, so I am hoping that jotting down my thoughts might be of help. I am not sure what type of book I want to write but that is what I am hoping will come to me by jotting down stuff. I do not have a very interesting life to speak of but I have super weird thoughts. Like for example I am in a class that is discussing transformations in organizations and so far while I read all the students experiences, I am discovering that there is very little thought and consideration that goes into large scale transformations. I work in a hospital and it is clear that many changes that take place are made by someone or many someones, that are clueless. Enough said about that it only riles me. I especially want to blog so that by children can get to know me better. I miss them and looking back I really messed up in not spending more time with them. My two sons are going to Thailand, they are leaving tomorrow, so exciting but scary. I hate when they are out of reach, sort of speak. I can't just get in the car and go to them if they needed me, so I feel like I will be out of touch. My oldest son when to Thailand when the big Zunami hit 5 years ago, that was scary and for a while I was not sure if he was alive, believe me, not a good feeling. My daughter lives in Canada and I can't visit her because I lost my naturalization papers and can't get a pass a port. That brings me to a different subject so dear to my heart, NOT!
I had to send money to the department of Home Land Security. They got a big check and my pictures so that they can restore my lost papers. I get a letter telling me they got my request and that they cashed my check, but that this letter is no way a promise that it will be done in a timely manner. I know with our technology that they can push a button after putting in my social security number and find that I am a citizen, I am a nurse, and I have never committed any crimes, well any felonies. I have been known while in one of my out of the way hikes, to pee to close to a body of water, so I guess that is a crime, but not one that home land security has to worry about. I know that all they have to do is print me up a new record to prove that I am a legal citizen and that I am not a bomb-making terrorist. I know this, I sent them 380.00 dollars for their time and paper they might generate. I know they can and I know they know I am not a dangerous terrorist subject to deep investigative procedures, hello! I work in a hospital and I take care of patients in the emergency room. Why then do they have to sit on my request, it is not because there are so many that they do not have staff to open up the mail; remember they cashed my check and sent me a letter, that is in my opinion a waste of paper and time right there. They could just as easily gotten into my records and pulled out a copy of my papers. I am not sure what they gain from making me wait. I became a citizen 20 years ago, I inevitably was going to loose my papers, after all, I moved 10 times since then. I figure they plan it this way, they figure most people loose important papers, and they stand to make some money. They also figure you should be punished for your irresponsible behavior. So here I wait and in the mean time I can't visit my daughter, I can't change my name to my new married name but I have to pay taxes, and my bills, and I am expected not to pee near a body of water, well I will pay my taxes, and my bills reluctantly since I am officially not a citizen, but I will continue to pee near a body of water, it is my right as a non-citizen.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Algebra
I just finished taking an intense 5 week coarse of Algebra, no big deal, but to me; a big deal. I have always liked math, even as a kid but understanding the concepts have not been easy for me. I eventually would understand but at a much slower speed then most of my peers putting me in the D to failure, category. It was difficult for me to ask for help since I found it very humilitating that I did not "get it", when most seem to with out any difficulty. Either way I made it through life with minimal understanding of numbers and their meaning and importance in life, I mean, I have ten toes and ten fingers and they seem to come through quite nice; in a pinch. When I went to nursing school, yes I am a nurse and yes math is an important detail in my type of chosen profession, but somehow visualizing formulas and using cheat-sheets got me through that. I did have to take an algebra coarse to get into nursing school but I barely eked through it and thought that was the end of that torturous class. I then decided to pursue a higher education and found that I needed to take more math, this was something that I found so painful because I just knew that it was going to quelch my dreams; however it did not stop me. I failed the coarse twice and dropped it twice, each time panicking when I saw letters and numbers in the same problem, and lets not even talk about the dreaded "word problems". Since taking and passing this last Algebra class, I was astounded how, life is just one big fat word problem, and even more astounding to me, was to find that most of us muddle through this, big fat word problem called life, without even knowing it. I seriously want to know who came up with the, quadratic formula? I mean, it is obvious to me that whom ever came up with all these formulas, was obviously some type of abnormal prto-type. It is not a normal thing for most people to sit and come up with formulas mixing letters and numbers to figure out how far or how fast or how high something goes. I can appreciate, being one with a higher education, the ability to have a formula to find out these curious things, but why, I ask, why must I have to know this to graduate? I know that I will never feel the need to know how far the red ball goes when you throw it nor do I care to know at what point the blue ball and the red ball meet when you throw then at the same time, I just don't care. I normally throw one ball at a time, anyway and all I want from this activity is for the dog to go get it before it lands in the ocean and gets lost. I know there is probably several geniuses out there laughing at my simplicity and thinking, how sad for this woman to not understand the importance of those two colored balls having a point where they meet, how does she get through life?, ha! Well I did pass, finally. The word problems were a challange but my daughter happens to be one of these geniuses that cares when these balls meet, and better yet she knows how to figure out how and when they meet once you through them, so I picked her brain and with her help I managed to fuddle through. I got a B plus in the intense and condensed coarse, that came as a big surprise to me but I passed, so that is all that really matters. It is important for all to know that I do not get math, I actually like it very much because I like to have answers, that is until I met with the imaginary numbers; but that is another story.
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Friday, March 6, 2009
Sea breeze
My name is Marta and as the title suggest, I live by the sea. I live in Astoria Oregon, a beautiful little community by the sea. I am directly across from the Columbia River. I can see the Columbia River traffic from my living-room that is now my bedroom. The story is that I wanted a king size bed but it would not fit in any of my very tiny rooms and it would not fit up stairs due to the narrow stair area, so I thought, who is to say that a bed has to be in a bedroom? certainly if a bed is in any room then you can say that the room is a "bed-room", am I right? Well not important since that is what I decided was the situation. My husband and I now have an awesome king-size bed in our living-room with a view of the great Columbia River. You might be asking what happened to our living-room, and the answer to that is; it was moved to the dining-room. Eventually something has to give, it did, my dinning-room since it is just my husband and I and we do not need a dinning room to eat in. We tend to eat in front of the TV which now resides in our bed-room. It is a convoluted story but necessary to explain the reason for a huge bed located in the middle of my living-room. Having explained all that, I am a nurse and my husband, Tim, is a bar-tender. We love living in this town. We have 3 cats, 3 dogs, a frog and soon, a bird. We love taking long walks on the beach, looking for little treasures and we go on logging roads for short hikes with our dogs. We enjoy life, we are both ameture photographers and are always looking for a good image to capture so, smile!.
Algebra
I just finished taking an intense 5 week coarse of Algebra, no big deal, but to me; a big deal. I have always liked math, even as a kid but understanding the concepts have not been easy for me. I eventually would understand but at a much slower speed then most of my peers putting me in the D to failure, category. It was difficult for me to ask for help since I found it very humilitating that I did not "get it", when most seem to with out any difficulty. Either way I made it through life with minimal understanding of numbers and their meaning and importance in life, I mean, I have ten toes and ten fingers and they seem to come through quite nice; in a pinch. When I went to nursing school, yes I am a nurse and yes math is an important detail in my type of chosen profession, but somehow visualizing formulas and using cheat-sheets got me through that. I did have to take an algebra coarse to get into nursing school but I barely eked through it and thought that was the end of that torturous class. I then decided to pursue a higher education and found that I needed to take more math, this was something that I found so painful because I just knew that it was going to quelch my dreams; however it did not stop me. I failed the coarse twice and dropped it twice, each time panicking when I saw letters and numbers in the same problem, and lets not even talk about the dreaded "word problems". Since taking and passing this last Algebra class, I was astounded how, life is just one big fat word problem, and even more astounding to me, was to find that most of us muddle through this, big fat word problem called life, without even knowing it. I seriously want to know who came up with the, quadratic formula? I mean, it is obvious to me that whom ever came up with all these formulas, was obviously some type of abnormal prto-type. It is not a normal thing for most people to sit and come up with formulas mixing letters and numbers to figure out how far or how fast or how high something goes. I can appreciate, being one with a higher education, the ability to have a formula to find out these curious things, but why, I ask, why must I have to know this to graduate? I know that I will never feel the need to know how far the red ball goes when you throw it nor do I care to know at what point the blue ball and the red ball meet when you throw then at the same time, I just don't care. I normally throw one ball at a time, anyway and all I want from this activity is for the dog to go get it before it lands in the ocean and gets lost. I know there is probably several geniuses out there laughing at my simplicity and thinking, how sad for this woman to not understand the importance of those two colored balls having a point where they meet, how does she get through life?, ha! Well I did pass, finally. The word problems were a challange but my daughter happens to be one of these geniuses that cares when these balls meet, and better yet she knows how to figure out how and when they meet once you through them, so I picked her brain and with her help I managed to fuddle through. I got a B plus in the intense and condensed coarse, that came as a big surprise to me but I passed, so that is all that really matters. It is important for all to know that I do not get math, I actually like it very much because I like to have answers, that is until I met with the imaginary numbers; but that is another story.
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Friday, March 6, 2009
Sea breeze
My name is Marta and as the title suggest, I live by the sea. I live in Astoria Oregon, a beautiful little community by the sea. I am directly across from the Columbia River. I can see the Columbia River traffic from my living-room that is now my bedroom. The story is that I wanted a king size bed but it would not fit in any of my very tiny rooms and it would not fit up stairs due to the narrow stair area, so I thought, who is to say that a bed has to be in a bedroom? certainly if a bed is in any room then you can say that the room is a "bed-room", am I right? Well not important since that is what I decided was the situation. My husband and I now have an awesome king-size bed in our living-room with a view of the great Columbia River. You might be asking what happened to our living-room, and the answer to that is; it was moved to the dining-room. Eventually something has to give, it did, my dinning-room since it is just my husband and I and we do not need a dinning room to eat in. We tend to eat in front of the TV which now resides in our bed-room. It is a convoluted story but necessary to explain the reason for a huge bed located in the middle of my living-room. Having explained all that, I am a nurse and my husband, Tim, is a bar-tender. We love living in this town. We have 3 cats, 3 dogs, a frog and soon, a bird. We love taking long walks on the beach, looking for little treasures and we go on logging roads for short hikes with our dogs. We enjoy life, we are both ameture photographers and are always looking for a good image to capture so, smile!.
Frustrated
I am Marta Parker, Tim and I share our cozy home with 3 dogs, 3 cats, and a frog. The dogs are Parker, a border collie, smart, and good-looking and very annoying. If he were human I would say he would be an obnoxious teenager always pulling jokes and speaking out of turn. Santana is a Rat Russell, she is older, extremely smart and if she were human she would be a lady, those type of ladies that are very persniquity (hmmm, not sure about the spelling here) anyway, I imagine she would wear heels, not curse and have a bit of snooty attitude. Cowboy is a Jack Russell, wired hair, very handsome, as a human he would be an underwear model, he is proud, and mischivious, does not play with the other dogs, he is too different. The cats are siblings very sweet, there is Mona Lisa, she is orange and grey. Rusty Tin Canny, alias, big fat yellow cat, so handsome and loving then there is Pearl, very skittish, always scared. Froggy belonged to tim's son Dylon, once upon a time but became ours and has been with us since I met Tim 10 years ago. She is an African water frog and is suppose to be dead but has miraculously survived passed her time. So much for that.
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