As I turned on the trail I turned and looked at the picnic bench which is on the corner and there was a person squatting next to it. As I passed the person looked up at me and I just kept on going. I ride pretty fast so I was far down the road I wasn't worried about the person chasing me or anything.

Then in my mind I saw a little movie. I saw myself riding down the trail and next to the person squatting was also a demon. As the person looked up at me the demon did too. The demon seemed very interested in me and got up and started chasing me. It was moving real fast. It wasn't like it was running because there was no up and down of a runner but it was like it was flying real close to the ground after me. It was even faster than that cop who ran real fast on the Terminator.

That was all I saw in the little movie in my mind and I was scared. I don't normally get scared. So I started praying. I said out loud in a strong voice, "NO!!! I am a child of God! Jesus' blood covers me! God has not given me a spirit of fear but of power, love and a sound mind!" Then it was over. I was not scared anymore and I didn't feel like I was being chased.

I kinda wonder if I have an over active imagination or if in the spirit realm that really happened. I wonder sometimes.

I have a friend too and he says that to me too. He actually said it a couple times. It seems so sweet when they say that. But really is this just a line? I don't want to think so but I also don't want to just fall for a line either.

Very interesting.

So talking to my mom today I found out alot of information. My little brother hasn't written me back in a while. I should write him any ways. He has been in jail. In a place where they evaluate him to determine where he is to spend his sentence. We had talked and he told me that he was being on his best behavior so that he can go to the best place to spend the remainder of his time. Well I guess he has been in the infirmary because his meds weren't working anymore. The person who is evaluating him has decided that she is going to send him to a mental hospital not to prison or fire camp or where ever. I am not too sure if that means he will have to spend the next 8 1/2 years there. That would really suck for him. I really hope that is not the case. I hope that if they get his meds taken care of that he will be able to go somewhere else. Being in a mental place for so long would not be good for anyone. If he is not mental then I wonder what hanging out with them all the time being associated with them 24/7 would do to a person? I just hope that whatever happens is what is best for him.

That alone is a lot of drama. But that is only half the story. I guess on saturday night my dad was at a karaoke bar with one of his "girl friends". I say "one of" because there is another lady that he has been hanging out with who is a really nice rich lady. So he is on his way home at 1am sunday morning and he gets arrested for drunk driving. This, I believe is his his 3rd offense. I am not sure what this will mean for him. Will he have to go to jail, be put on house arrest. I think house arrest would be worse for my sister so I don't even know what would be best for him. Anyways not only is he in trouble for driving drunk but now he has a vandalism something or other on there too because my wonderful dad decided to kick out the cop cars window. This is really funny to me because if you know my dad or have even seen him I can't even imagine him being able to get his foot up to the window in the first place. My dad is about 6'2" or something and he is not skinny in any sense of the word. He has a huge belly and he is always grunting and groaning when he does anything. Sitting down, standing up, walking up the stairs, loading the dish washer. All of it. He seems to loose his breath. So I just can't imagine him kicking the window. I guess booze really does loosen you up. haha

My sister said that the cops beat him up. Good! I say. It serves him right. She said that he is at home drinking it up even more in his bed. I guess that is the place to get drunk. If you pass out you are already in bed. No worries!

So his rich girlfriend is out of town and she told my dad that he can borrow her car while she is gone. NOT a good idea! She has no idea that he has a drinking problem. It would not be good for him to drive her car. What if he crashes it, gets pulled over in it. It would not be good for her. I told my sister that she should tell that lady what happened with my dad. She deserves to know. She should know cuz what is the point of her hanging out with him if she doesn't want to be involved with someone like that. She should know all the facts.

Wow! my family is so crazy!!! I guess in every sense of the word.

I have been kinda lame. I have been going to bed around midnight and then getting up at 3:30am. That is not enough sleep. I have to clock in at work by 5 am. That is why I have to get up so early and it takes me a little under an hour to get to work. On my bike.

Last friday I was riding on the beginning of the trail and I thought I saw a man standing on the side of the path. It is kinda hard to see the trail sometimes because it is dark when I leave. It kinda scared me at first that I saw a man. It was a really weird place for a man to be standing. As I get closer I realize that it is a telephone pole. I feel better but then just as I pass the pole/man I realize that it is a man. I was so shocked! I think my face even made a scared face. Then after I had past I thought about it and I didn't know if it was a man or a pole. Three hours of sleep is defiantly not enough to function.

Yesterday I rode to work again and I was checking the path as I rode that section where I thought I saw a man/pole. There was no telephone pole. It really was a man. What was he doing there? At that time of the morning? Weird.

The other day we were working and I had to take a lot of packages out of a can so I could have what was underneath. I told Nasty Pervert that I was ready to retire and that I hate working. He told me that I could work for him. I asked doing what? And he said that he would pay me $200 a week and I wouldn't have to work that much. Maybe 4 hours a week. Hmmm... I wonder what he is talking about. No I am not that stupid. I know he wants me to be his mistress. Heck NO! Never no way. No matter how much he wants to pay me. Gross!

Anyways back to the story at hand. After we were done discussing the package in the can I walked back to the can I wanted to put on my dolly. After I walked over there Nasty Pervert said to me, "Where did you learn to walk like that?" I was confused. "Walk like what?" Then he asked my if that was just my regular walk. I said it was and that I don't really know any special ways of walking. He told me that I have a sexy walk. Sometimes it is more sexy than other times and this time it came out a little.

Weird! I never thought that I walked in any special way. I just put one foot in front of the other. I go where I need to go and that is it. Not trying to be sexy.

First thing I thought was, "Yay! Part two for my blog!" haha I know I am weird. So I decided to take notice to see if his shorts rode up again.

Today the meeting wasn't as long and he was sitting on a regular chair instead of a cheap couch with no support. The shorts started to ride up jsut a little then I was paying attention to the meeting and a while later I decide to check to see how the progress is going and he was holding the shorts legs up even higher than before!!! I was like, "Geeze man what's the deal." I didn't say that I just thought it.

This guy is crazy. I don't even know what to think of him.

Before I get into I should tell you about this guy. He seems a little weird. He is older than me. By at least a decade if not more. Some of the other guys at work tell me to be careful of him. I don't know why they keep telling me this. But they do. I will be careful of him but mostly because I have no reason to associate myself with him. I am too busy at work anyways.

Ok back to the safety meeting. He is on the safety comity too. Anyways we were sitting there and for some reason his shorts seemed to keep on getting shorter and shorter. It was really weird. At first it wasn't a big deal. Just a little bit of lighter skin was showing but then it kept on going up. Then it was at his mid thigh. I was like geeze man pull your shorts down. It was starting to look uncomfortable. Then by the end of the meeting the hem of his shorts seemed to be all the way up to his crotch area! What the heck!? How is that possible? I just didn't understand.

I do have a pork shoulder roast and I just took it out of the freezer and when it thaws I will make some homemade tamales! Yay! I can't wait!

It comes my turn and I walk up to the counter and the guy is obviously gay. I ask about the bagel and they are out. So we talk about what other bagel I should get and I ask about the one that is wheat but has a bunch of seeds and stuff on top. Then another gay guy on the other side of the counter comes up and starts telling me the nutritional value of the seedy bagel. I get it with the sun dried tomato shmear.

After I order it both of the guys are still standing there gazing at me. I just stand there and smile and wonder when they were going to make me my bagel. Then one of them says the me, "I absolutly LOVE your..." I was thinking (I know this is so vain of me but I can't help it), "I know, I know, my hair is fabulous!" But that is not what he said, "I LOVE your makeup! You did such a good job and the colors are beautiful!" haha I was so surprised. I don't normally get complimented on my makeup. Mostly just my hair.

I was stoked because my makeup is all me. I had to do it. My hair is all my hair guy. He does a good job on my hair and I look great. But the makeup is all me. If I do a good job it looks good if I don't it doesn't. haha

Then the gay guy was like, "What do you do? Where do you live? I want to hang out with you all the time!" haha I then explained that I live in Hawaii and I am just visiting my friends. Then he said, "That is why you have perfect complection!" I was also shocked at that because I have a few zitz on my jaw line. But hey! I will gladly except that compliment.

What a perfect start to a day. I should start all my days that way!

I got off the plane and my "big brother" picked me up and when I was waiting for him I was standing on the curb so cold watching my breath in the air. I love seeing my breath. I haven't seen it in so long.

After they picked me up we went to Matadors, a mexican restaurant and bar in Seattle. We had gone there before. They have really good braised pork tacos. Oh so good. We also got the calamari and mango mojitos. Then after we were done eating we got shots of patron. The waitress was telling us they were big shots. She takes them in two. Two shots in one. I was the only one who took the whole thing in one shot. It was fun to watch them. They are pretty light weights. I just sat there and watched their faces go from Korean white (seattle living white) to "I have been at the beach for 24 hours of straight sun and now I am more sun burned then ever!" red. haha It was great.

Then we came home to their house and we sat up and talked for a few hours till about 2:30am. It was great. I love them and I miss them so much. I am so happy to be here even if it is 40 degree outside. :)

I think he likes me and he thinks I like him. haha so weird!

I don't know. I have been so tired and I have not been getting enough sleep. I was even late for work because I didn't wake up in time. That's not good.

I am so tired I can't even think of all the stuff I can blog about. Maybe I will have to come back tomorrow to write something.

Maybe I should go to bed.

On the other side of the airport 9 or 10 Aloha Airlines planes just sitting there on the ramp. Normally, there are only one or two at a time.

1900 people lost their jobs today and a lot of people are stranded. They have plane tickets purchased that are now null and void.

It is such a shame. After 61 years of business they have been put out. Go! airlines has come in and they lowered the prices of airfare and so everybody has to lower their prices too.

Aloha couldn't handle but Go! has deep pockets. I am not looking forward to what the cost of airfare will be now. I bet Go! Will raise their prices now.

When I got off work I called her up and she came over with her bike.

We were getting ready to take off and she said she just likes to cruise. I told her it is alot harder if you are going so slow. But she just wanted to go at her pace. So we went off and I was going as slow as I could and I still had passed her so far! I had to go and wait and go and wait! She was so slow!!!

Normally I ride the trail and it takes me about 40 minutes. When we went it was an hour and a half! I don't think that I got that much of a work out. But I was so surprised that the end seemed to come up so fast. Even though it was twice as long.

Then we were waiting for the people in the plane to give us the cans and they were taking forever. Then we found out that they needed help. So my boss sent me up to help them with the one can. It turned out that it was a pallet. The pallet had about three engines on it and they were all more in the middle so it made the pallet kinda warped. There were big guys up in plane and they couldn't even budge it and I didn't know what I could do to help.

We tried once and it might have moved a millimeter. Then I asked how much it weighed and the guys told me, "8475 stones." "Stones?" I asked. They said, "Yeah, its a European way of measuring things." I just stared at them for a minute and said, "I thought they were on the metric system."

I guess it turned out to be a mistake. They guys had no idea what they were talking about. It was so funny. 8475 stones. Oh brother.

I have written to that Korean guy on the mainland a few times now the past couple days. We have some really good conversations about art, movies, food, books, work and school. It has been quit enjoyable. I have told him that I go to my house church and he doesn't seem to be judgmental about it. So I think it has been good. It is nice to have a pen pal and get to talk to someone. I just want everyone to know that I am not interested in being in a relationship with him because he is so far away on the mainland but I don't mind being pen pals. Just so everyone knows that is where I am at.

Back to dinner with my friends. After listening to them moan and groan over their failed relationships and heart aches I bring up my pen pal who half of my friends set me up with. I don't even get a sentence into my story and I am interrupted by the friend who doesn't even know him and seems to be convinced that I don't want to get together with him and that I don't want him to be my boyfriend. I tell her that I don't want him to be my boyfriend we just email each other. So I try to continue my conversation and I don't even get another sentence into the story and I am cut off again and she tries to convince me that I don't want to be with him. I was just so frustrated because I had just listened to her sob story for the um-teenth time and she can't even let me talk for two whole minutes. So I think that my frustration came out when I said, "I don't want to be with him I am not interested in him that way but I have a good story and no one seems to want to hear it!" They both shut up and let me tell my story which turned out to be entertaining and the friend who tried to talk me out of "being with him" is now thinking that I should be with him because he seems like such a nice guy and she wants a pen pal too.

Geeze! Just listen to my story already!

I was wondering why he would write me in the first place and she told me that he had asked her to recommend a friend of hers to him who he could email back and forth. I don't really get why he wants to do this but what the heck.

I wrote him and told him that he never wrote me. He thinks he did. We have written to each other a couple times each and it is quite pleasant. I was surprised. He seems to be a somewhat nice guy. Although he always wants to know what I am wearing and how short my shorts are.

Saturday night we had a party at my friends house because one of our friends was moving to LA. I got there late because I ended up working late because of those pilots. (See a post below for the story about that "Two beers with the pilots?") I was watching a video that my friend who is moving made and then TBM came up to me said my name to get my attention and I turned around to give it to him. He asked me if I would make homemade bread for communion the next night. I just looked at him for a minute and said, "MAKE bread?" He nodded, my eye brows went up and I told him that I had never made it before. He told me not to worry about it too much but I said I would see what I could do.

I had wished that he would have told me a day before cuz I had the whole day free on saturday till I had to work and on sunday I had to work in the morning and I had to be at TBM's house at 4:30pm.

I decided that I would go home early from the party because one, I was super tired, two, they were starting a movie and it was already 10:30. I mean it's not that late but I had to work the next morning. Plus I wanted to check into how to make that bread. So I left.

I went to the store to see if they had any multi-grain flour or something like that to make the bread. I was looking and I didn't see anything. Then I saw it. It was a box mix. Like the betty crocker cake mixes. It was a cracked wheat bread mix. I looked at it and I saw that I would have enough time to make it after I worked the next day, easter.

The next day I make the dough but I didn't have enough time to bake it before I went to TBM's house because I worked late again. So I just let it rise in the car and bake it at TBM's house.

I get to his house I turn on the oven and he was stoked that I made bread and I put the pan in the oven. When the time was up I took it out and it was super dark on top and hard! Everybody was still in the living room and I was in the kitchen and I was curious as to how hard the bread was. So I knocked on top of it. It sounded like I was knocking on the door! I was a bit worried and I started to laugh. I knocked again and laughed again. haha. Then TBM asks what I am doing and I turn to where I can see him and he can see the bread and I knock again! He started to laugh so hard and everybody wanted to see what was going on. Oh man was it funny.

After I let it cool I checked the bread again and it wasn't so hard and the bread turned out super good. So after we had finished eating dinner TBM asked if I was ready to bring out the stuff for communion and so I cleared the coffee table and brought out the glasses, wine and the bread. We sat there and looked at it for a minute and TBM says, "Christine made the bread. Lets eat all of it." Then I said, "After this I can make some honey butter spread and we can have it with the bread after." Then TBM said, "OOOhhhhh! Yeah! Make it! Make it now!" "Now?" I ask and he nods enthusiastically and said, "Who said we can't have butter and honey with communion?" I shrug and get up and make the butter and honey spread.

We start talking about our found moments with God and remembering what He did for us and we pore ourselves some wine and then we partake of the bread and wine and butter honey. The honey made the wine really bitter. I hadn't thought about that at first but when I bought the wine I didn't think we would be eating honey on the bread.

TBM just loves the honey butter and says, "We should have honey and butter at every communion!" I am glad that he liked it. I liked it too.

Then I noticed that the hot blogs have been updated. That was cool. Then I noticed on the hot blogs that there are 8 of the same blog but with different names. They are all about some weird thing called Forex or something. Does everyone go on those pages and read those blogs? How did they get on the top blogs? They do post alot...

I just went on to the page and all the blogs were posted on march 20th and most of them were posted 3 or four times. There was one post that was posted 8 times in a row. No wonder they made it on the top blogs. haha

I just realized how pathetic I am for making a post about this. I need to get going on things that really matter.

*Sigh*

This is a class for just women and it is offered by the medical center. We signed up for the beginners class and we expected there to be women in their late 30's and 40's because there was a seniors class for the older women.

We didn't know exactly where this place was but we knew the address. We get to the building and it was in the Doctors office. We walk in and there were people in the waiting room and standing in line and we are wearing our work out clothes and we felt really out of place. We have no idea where to go so we ask the lady at the eye glasses office where to go. She directs us to a staff only door. Behind the door is a set of stairs and we ascend the stairs and then we were in a hallway of doors. We pass the door at first but I noticed it had a sign about the class on it so we opened the door and everyone stops and looks at us.

We look in and ask if this was the beginning aerobics class and they all said yes. We walk in and notice that we are the only white girls in the room, well except for the teacher. Then I notice that they are all older than I had thought they would be. It seems that they are all in their fifties or sixties! The ladies are still looking at us and they tell us that we are too young and fit to be in this class. I totally disagreed with them. I was like yeah my roommate is skinny but I am not!

The class was good. It was pretty easy so I think the next session we will sign up for the intermediate class.

My brother had to sign a paper allowing my mom to pick up his stuff. So my mom went down the the county jail and all they gave her was a blue piece of paper and his drivers license. My mom just looked that the guy and asked if that was it. They said it was.

She was so confused. Then she said, "How did he get here? Naked?" So they looked it up on the computer and it said that he came in with brown pants and no shirt. Then she asked if he was wearing shoes or socks. The guy just shrugged and said he didn't know.

How crazy is that? That is weird! A blue piece of paper and his license? What was on the blue paper? I need to ask my mom. That is so weird!