I love BIG WORDS

Yes,oh yes, big words amuse me! Words I can barely pronounce,spell or understand. Some words just make me laugh I don't know why... FERAL is one such word. It is a very graphic word for me I attach it to random words like ,"feral duck" ahahahah, or "feral broccoli",yes I do know what it means , it means wild,possibly wildly vicious. I tried to impress my coworkers on my word knowledge by explaining to them what PREHENSILE meant and using it in a sentence. "Phil has a prehensile appendage, that might be diseased due to constant usage". And the word "PAROXYSM",now isn't this word awesome? Not to long or too short, it uses X and Y my two favoritest letters ever and it means spasms it sounds like it means whats not to love? FERAL ducks with PREHENSILE appendages....ahahahahah ...this makes me fall to the ground in PAROXYSMS of laugther.......ahahahahh

Survival Stuff

I am worried about the state of things . Yes I am a worry worth but my worries are not unfounded they are base on scientific data and sound theories so shut the crap up and listen so you don't die in this upcoming "Zombie invasion". I am going to discuss survival food this is the most important topic of all so listen up get a notepad and write this down.

Storage: is very important you must protect your food from mold,mildew,fruit-flies,maggots,beetles,mice chipmunks, feral cats,deer(they can be part of your survival food they are pretty tasty) and greedy fat human beings(I don't know if they are tasty but they can be an option in a pinch) who failed to store their own supplies. You need ziploc bags ,plastic containers,vacuum seal systems, jars and cans to protect it from the small critters. And a root cellar or a good dark basement is pretty useful.Then you will need a gun to protect it from the stoopid humans who are coming to get it.( you better get over your squeamishness about pulling the trigger...just think if you fail to do this this evil lazy bum will take your food , survive and repopulate the Earth...gross...okay just shoot him in the kneecaps then)

Food to store:

Seeds- you can never have to much , you cultivate them they grow then you eat your produce its a never ending cycle of numminess. plus most seeds you can eat. Pumpkins and squashes and melons have nutritious yummy seeds. grow beans its a seed thats uber full of protein plus it makes you toot..a lot,whats not to love.Then there are edible grasses(yah "that kind" too its suppose to be medicine)rice ,regular and wild depending on where you are or should I say grains millet, sorgrum(betcha you dont know what I am talking about google it while the internet still exist and edumacate yourself).Then there are the greens the Kales, and lettuce and such. Root crops, potatoes ,sweetpotatoes,rutabagas, and radishes and carrots and turnips .

Pasta=they probably will last a couple of years. Cheap available or year round and very delicious.

Dried stuff: dehydrated food ,fruit,meat vegetables last a long time and give your jaws much needed exercise if you dont have anybody to talk to or you are sick of talking to the same people you are stuck with. A dehydrator might come in handy...not an electric one silly there wont be electricity. You can device one with wood and chicken wire...Google it Pronto before you can't.

Candy and chocolates,cake mix alcohol,coffee and other luxury stuff double,triple quadruple on this, these are what I call "tradeable "goods if you need say bullets or a can of peaches (how can you forget canned peaches stoopid!?) or maybe a wife this will come in handy.

Medicine: learn how to make compounds there wont be drug companies I need thyroid medicine ...I will have to dry some thyroids and make my own so my suggestion is don't come trying to steal my food I wont shoot you in the kneecap and I don't think you can survive without your thyroid.....

I might continue this later on hope you learned something. Thank you . I know right! I am such a fountain of knowledge,your are ever so welcome...oh things are on sale at Krogers right now 10 for $10 time to stock up so quit reading this lame blog and go...

My job

I work in a public setting. I talk to people and interact with them almost all day long.For the most part I love my job. Working it almost eight years have changed me in so many ways. Some of the changes are good some are fairly unpleasant. One thing for sure is it is ever so rarely boring . I have met funny people, scary people ,creepy scary people, sad ones, indifferent ones, angry ones. I have talk to them about their jobs, their kids, their frustrations , their food preferences, even the movies they have watch and the things they hate(mostly what I do). Today was no exception(What the crap I hit a button and it change the text and i don't know how to change it back Poopers!)
Anyways today I talk two three pleasant men for a lengthy time. Learned a couple of things like there is a big market in grass seeds and they are mostly grown in Oregon..huh who knew? And in this economy that market has remained stable. I also spoke to a creepy/sleazy looking dude who insinuated he was a Porn/Gangster movie maker .But before he told me this he look at me for awhile and said "you are beautiful where are you from, the Phillippines?" ...me ummmm yes...him...thats why?...yep Asian fetish wierdo. bahahahaha. Anyways there are days when I loose my faith in humanity and days when I gain it back. it is amazing that I get paid to do what I do....oh yah cause it can get hairy sometimes... anyways have a good day I got nothing else.

Size does matter in the Universe made of Atoms

I stand 5 feet 2 and 3/4 of an inch. Whenever my American "friends"(America is the land of really amazingly huge people) point out that I am short, I usually react with confusion and surprise. Huh! Short? Who me? "What are you talking about freakish giant"? (Of course this is said inside my head). I always feel like I am bigger and taller than what I really am. One of those freakish giant friends of mine once said, you are like a rabid Chihuahua Jane, totally unaware of your size. Well thanks freakish Giant. I would like to think that I think this way because I have a well developed inner chi. I know my place in the universe have a sense of myself a confidence in my existence of being...:) hahahaha not really. Okay, maybe the confidence part. I am afraid of very few things. The other reason is all the things I could not reach due to my height I usually would get through other means so height has never been a problem. I climb like a monkey, I stack things like an engineer then climb those stacked things, I use sticks to get things that are to high up or if all these fails I throw rocks at things I cant reach.

I grew up in a family of nine kids, the middle child who was called the “runt” of the litter because I was the smallest child. Anyways to make this short and sweet I have to say again, that I feel tall and powerful enough that I am not afraid of you, you freakish Giant!

15 years ago

Fifteen years ago I had my last baby in the back bedroom of this same house. 9.3 pounds , it took me too long to push her out due to her size and the fact that she had her arm over her head pushing shoulders first. The home birth "helpers" told me they would have to take me to the hospital, I was bleeding to mush they said, I said just wait a minute and out she popped with a headful of dark wavy hair. Another beautiful,healthy girl the third and the last! We named her Brianna Dell Stahl otherwise known as Babe or Brie to her friends(nobody in the family is allowed to call her Brie).

Two weeks later I had chicken pox I past this on to her and the other two toddlers, her first weeks of life I am sure were torture she had sores on her diaper area that were so hard to keep dry and took forever to heal. I am convince that this made her pain tolerance a bit better than normal. Oh... she still whines but not as much as most adults I know .

Fifteen , she will start to learn to drive, ask for more independence argue about more things,start thinking more and more that her parents are not as smart as herself. Fifteen this awkward, wonderful ,magical frustrating age. She is my fearless one, willing to go head on into and try new things . She was always the one who would climb up on the highest points in our old apartment and fall. She picked basketball as her third sport, against every body's advice and is doing quite well in it. She is boisterous(yes the kind word for loud), beautiful, brash and very bright. She will do well this third child of mine, I pray and I hope. Happy Birthday Babe, I do love you even when I say stop being a Brat! :)

On being good.

Its so much easier to be bad. And this includes everything we do in life. Making bad choices =so much easier. The mound of brocolli or the slice of cake?...cake wins hands down.To exercise or not exercise? Pffft like we have to wonder what is easier? To live fast or to be staid and boring? fast is so much fun! right?!

Even parenting is the same way to be firm and conservative is so much harder than to be liberal and agreable to everything a kid says. Mom can I go with my freinds this sunday? oh so much easier to say yup go ahead instead of saying stay home clean your room and spend family time with us,because it is hadrd to listen to the stomping and the grumbles and the moping around .

My existence is a constant struggle between bad and evil. From the Mundane...should I eat one or two pieces of heavily buttered soft oatmeal bread toast slathered with peanut butter and jelly(I ate them both) to the weighty should I make fun of a co-worker who is obviously a dork and thinks he is not(I made fun of him)?! On this matters you can conclude that I am rather bad.

I do have some saving graces I would like to think. I am very kind to animals ,they are innocent and have no malicious intent. To people who have special needs and the elderly, because they can't help themselves for the most part . To the truly mentally challenge,because they can't help it . I abhor vices except for eating . I don't know if this things balances out your good and bad quotient. I do know that I worry about it .

It is part of my neurosis worrying about things like perishing and burning in hell for thinking about punching somebody in the gonads for being an arrogant whippersnapper. .... Now this makes me hungry for that third piece of toast, excuse me.....

Temporary Respite

When is the Teenage Drama gonna end?.. I "I will move out when I am eigtheen" ...Ummmm how about I move out right now change my phone, so you cant call me and hide?!!!...Thats aboandonment isn't it?...Is there a place were Moms can go and talk about this and disaappear for however long...Kinda like a "Ranch -for constantly- annoyed -mothers -who-need a break"?....now theres a business Idea...There will be tea and crumpetts, and lotsa therapeutic gossiping, and walks,naps,massages..professional.listeners,hot tubs,people who would pick up our stuff off the floor., tv shows we like,movies we like, and people cooking for us and doing our luandry..sigh...