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- jewels's Blog - Tehachapi News http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels en-us Dear Diary http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/29710 http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/29710 <p>Dear Diary,</p> <p>Well I missed the big "meet and greet" at mama hilly beans.  I had a dream I was there.  I drempt that I got together with Sparks and we were working on the 12 Steps.  And that I made a date with "Trouble", because he was "my kind of guy".  Then this illegal alien came in and announced that he was "gube" and I walked up to him and punched him in the nose because he was a complete misrepresentation.  By the way Gube, I have spent many sleepless nights trying to guess who you are and the only thing i can think of is that you are some boyfriend from my past and you are trying to keep that a big secret!! So tell me Gube...who are you and why are you renting space in my head?  Now i see there is a Gube's wife, or "ol lady" and I havent even clicked on her little bio for fear that I may find out that she is indeed medicone and she wants to sleep with me as bad as gube does.  What the he..double hockey sticks is going on here.  Oh yeah and jim...he was there too, with his foil covered collander and his bible with his Hillary Clinton mask and his lesbian lover (because after all he turned out to be a female democrat).  So, my dreams all came true and I was there in spirit... I hope gube doesnt haunt my dreams forever...I need to know!</p> I am coming home on the 4th http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/29409 http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/29409 <p>I will be in Tehachapi on the 4th...what's going on?  Are they having the annual 4th events at city park?</p> Rosenburg convicted http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/26303 http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/26303 <p>Hmmm 2nd Degree murder?  I guess as a part of the previous "lynch mob"  We were right on the money on this one!!!</p> UPDATE and windstorm http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/19028 http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/19028 <p>I spent a wonderful Christmas in Tehachapi with my family.  We left right before the storm but managed to snap a couple of pics from hwy 14 on the way to Lancaster this was looking towards 90th street (backroad).  I wanted to thank everyone for their prayers and support for my continuing biopsy saga.  Just so you know its ALL CLEAR!!! NO CANCER. </p> <p>tHANKs again and Happy New Year</p> <p>Julie</p>

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christmas in Tehachapi 042.jpg jewels christmas in Tehachapi 043.jpg jewels If you don't believe in God... http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/18118 http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/18118 What exactly do you believe?  Just wondering.. Dear Diary http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/17380 http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/17380 <p>Dear Diary,</p> <p>Well I logged onto the T News website and the 1st article that caught my eye was "Donkey Needed for Christmas Program".  I didn't even take the time to read the article...why you ask?  Because I felt this overwhelming guilt.  The guilt came from my interpretation of the article's title.  My interpretation was "Jackass Needed For Christmas Program".  Now I can think of sooooooooo many Jackass' that have actually starred in the ever comical movie that I like to call my life, but I don't think they would be appropriate to star in the Christmas program.  After all, there is nothing Christian about these Jackass' (we can say jackass right?  It is an animal after all).  </p> <p>Speaking of Jackass', let me tell you about my not so spiritual experience that happened this weekend over a parking space and a Jackass.  This is technically not road rage, it is parking lot rage.  Now I like to think that I have made some serious and positive changes in my life.  I approach people in a loving and caring manner and I try not to let my mouth override my brain.  I am trying to do something different and running my mouth is one of the character defects that I am trying to get a handle on...Anyway, My boyfriend and I were going to see a movie this weekend at Fashion Valley Mall.  Now Fashion Valley Mall is no Valley Plaza (Bakersfield).  FVM has the most high dollar, designer name stores.  People like me shop at say....Park Way Plaza (El Cajon's version of Valley Plaza) or the $5 store, which simply means everything in the store is $5 or less!!! Ok so this woman (aka jackass), was in front of us in her brand new BMW with her BFF I am sure, how do I describe them you say??? Well "high maintenance" is an understatement.  They jammed on their brakes right in front of us blocking our way in order to secure their parking space right in front.  Ok so now we are stuck.  This JA sticks her head (bleach blonde, collagen lipped, "i just got a facial and a makeover" head) out the window and yells, dont bother honking I am not moving... while her BFF steps out of the car and yells you are going to have to back up or go around...Well DUH!  Now mind you, there were 3 cars behind us and very little room to "go around".  So I am in the front seat madder then mad and I roll down my window and yell back (as my boyfriend says Jewels...dont do it), "there are 5 cars back here that need to get around you, can you at least move over a little bit so we can get by?"  JA #1 (driver) yells back "GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE"... Who me? the lowest maintenance ghetto fabulous chick you could ever meet, get off my high horse?  <a href="mailto:q#@e%#$^%#$%">q#@e%#$^%#$%</a>&^# I will show you high horse, you dont want my 6 foot tall, 200 pound, unspiritual a$$ to get out of this car right now, obviously they don't freekin know who I am... I look over at my BF with a look of shock and bewilderment and i am like "are they kidding me?".  He says let it go...let it go my a$$.  So he manages to maneuver around their cute little beamer and it just happens to be at the exact moment that the car they were waiting for finally made it out of the parking space JA #1 and JA #2 are waiting for... I looked at him and said pull in there... He says no, I am yelling pull in that <a href="mailto:F@#$in">F@#$in</a> parking space.  He's like Jewels that's not cool...Not cool? WTF is he talking about?  As we pass them they are SCREAMING, dont you dare take that space, you are sooooooo rude, i cant believe you are going to take that space...things of this nature.  </p> <p>By this time I am completely turned around in my seat, both middle fingers up in the air screaming obscenitites and yelling threats of physical violence...Now I can honestly tell you, since i have been sober I have NEVER been so mad.  I dont approach people or react to people in this manner.  Honestly my BF or anyone else that knows me...the me i am now, has ever had the pleasure of seeing me in this state of mind.  I tell you what, it brought me back to a place that I don't ever want to go.  </p> <p>So...we drove around for another 10 minutes to find a parking space, finally found one.  By the time we got close to the entrance it was a good 12-15 minutes.  This whole time I am FURIOUS!!! Mumbling under my breath, the works.  So what do I see?  JA#1 AND #2, at the trunk of the beamer trying to prepare to enter the mall.  I swear I saw a mini salon pop out of that trunk... and this was 15 minutes later. 15 minutes and they are still at the car!!!!  Now my BF is 6 foot 5, 300 lbs.  I am 6 foot tall 200 lbs.  Not your average couple, we are like one of the 7 wonders of the world when we walk in a room.  Threatening to say the least.  But he is the sweetest guy ever, stuck with (at this point) an irrational, raging, volital, demon possessed ol' lady with an ax to grind.  I smile at him...and he knows at this point there is no turning back.  I calmly walk up to the "girls", because in my mind I know that I can NOT do anything that will jeapordize all I have worked for..</p> <p>I politely say "Oh I am sooooo glad we didn't take your parking space, because we could have...and if I had my way we would have, I wouldn't want you to get lost on your way back to the car." Oh and by the way, (as i grab the door handle of the BMW) this is the device you use to find your way out of the car Sweetie! It seems it took you a while to figure that out." And I walked away.  Quite pleased with myself and my quick wit.  On my high horse so to speak.  But somewhere in the bowels of my mind I know that I owe these "girls" an ammends, when I am wrong promptly admit it blah blah blah.  </p> <p>So diary, I have come to the conclusion that my tolerance level, with all that is going on in my life right now, is at its lowest...Until next time...Jewels </p> Happy Halloween! http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/16784 http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/16784

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halloween.bmp jewels Dear Diary, http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/16679 http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/16679 <p>Dear Diary,</p> <p>They found 2 lumps and are scheduling me for a biopsy...oh yeah, I got laid off as of 10/31/2007.</p> <p>Thank you God for everything I do have and for the strength to face whatever is coming my way.  I am so grateful for all my blessings</p> Dear Diary http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/16485 http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/16485 <div style="MARGIN-TOP: 5pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5pt"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black">Dear Diary,</span></font></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"></span></font></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black">You know God works in very mysterious ways.  I went for my mammogram at the beginning of the month.  I have been kind of worried about this because I have had pain and some weird stuff going on with my left breast.  Being the procrastinator that I am, I put things off rather than face it, especially when it comes to my health.  First I had blood work done and the Dr. told me…something is going on with your liver.  I am sending you to see a specialist.  I already knew my liver was in distress due to an ongoing liver disease I have (thank you alcoholism and addiction).  So I expected to have to face that problem.  I have an appt November 5 to see the specialist and we will face that mountain when we get to it.  Back to the mammogram, I received my results and they said there was a “finding” and further tests need to be done.  I am scheduled for a follow up mammogram on Monday.  I asked her where the “findings” were and she said the left breast…I already knew that.  She said it was nothing to worry about as of right now, they don’t have any other screenings to compare it to, it could be nothing etc.  She said the Dr. would meet with me after the mammogram Monday to answer any questions I may have.  So now the neurotic, over dramatic, fear filled, negative alcoholic, comes out in me…I am trying not to worry and I am staying positive…although I must tell you I AM SCARED.  <o:p></o:p></span></font></div> </div> <div style="MARGIN-TOP: 5pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5pt"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black">Here are the scenarios I have come up with<o:p></o:p></span></font></div> </div> <div style="MARGIN-TOP: 5pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5pt"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black">Scenario #1: I have cancer and die…the upside is I would die sober </span></font><font face="Wingdings" color="#000000"><span style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings">J</span></font><font color="#000000"><span style="COLOR: black"><o:p></o:p></span></font></div> </div> <div style="MARGIN-TOP: 5pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5pt"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black">Scenario #2: I become flat chested and bald…which wouldn’t be so bad, I am pretty tired of carrying these things around with me anyway and I am tired of coloring my hair every 3 weeks…<o:p></o:p></span></font></div> </div> <div style="MARGIN-TOP: 5pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5pt"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black">Scenario #3: Its nothing, just a cyst or a “shadow” on the screening…Now this is the most likely scenario, but you know how we do things…TAKE THE WORST CASE SCENARIO AND RUN WITH IT. GEEZ!!!<o:p></o:p></span></font></div> </div> <div style="MARGIN-TOP: 5pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5pt"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black">The weird thing is that the letter was mailed on 10/5 and I didn’t receive it until 2 days ago.  When all I could worry about was the fires… </span></font></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"></span></font></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black">Speaking of the fires, I really miss Tehachapi right now.  I have never seen anything like what is going on here.  The days are filled with smoke and the nights are filled with an eerie orange glow.  But the sunsets have been amazing.  (In Tehachapi we get those without fire).  My car in the AM instead of being covered with frost, it is covered with ashes.  I almost feel guilty for going outside to smoke a cigarette.  Guilty enough to quit...NO.  The 1 million plus families who have been evacuated and 1500 plus homes that were lost is staggering.  The fire has moved away from the cities but it is not in any way shape or form contained.  So please pray for everyone.</span></font></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"></span></font></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black">Diary, I know my entries are usually light hearted but I am not really feeling very giddy today.</span></font></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black">Oh., one more thing, I really wish those damn bloggers would stop posting on that one blog....GEEz...</span></font></div> </div> Firestorm 2007 volume 2 http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/16435 http://www.tehachapinews.com/home/Blog/jewels/16435 <p> </p> <p>PLEASE CLICK ON THE LINK BELOW AND CHECK OUT THE PHOTO GALLERY</p> <p><a href="http://www.nbcsandiego.com/slideshow/14409811/detail.html?taf=dgo">http://www.nbcsandiego.com/slideshow/14409811/detail.html?taf=dgo</a></p> <p>The first photo is the fire moving toward Spring Valley.  I am in Lemon Grove which is the next city over.  Last check over 1 million people have been evacuated.  More then Hurricane Katrina.  San Diego is in desperate need of prayers...I am reminded every day of how blessed i am.  When i went to get in my car this AM, my car was covered in ashes like snow.  The air is thick smoky smog...So far no evacuation in my little area but my heart goes out to everyone who has lost their homes and been displaced.</p> <p> </p>

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