Cob House Building Entertaining Videos with info on building

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Random Beautiful Things

An uplifting and inspiring blog by Tammy Strobel, “Rowdy Kittens” life, love, photography, tiny house.  Highly recommend…http://www.rowdykittens.com/archives/

“Help, Thanks, Wow” a gorgeously written book by Anne LaMotte about faith, foibles, frailty and personal strength.

“How to Live Well Without Owning a Car” by Chris Balish

 

 

 

For the strong, resilient, kind and loving Richeys: http://youtu.be/JqOqo50LSZ0 Maya Angelou reciting her poem “I Rise”

For the blessings of my life, my beautiful children.. ( and for my future grandchildren who are not here yet, but who I already love dearly) http://youtu.be/DmBSGlXqC4Q

One of the ways I survived the immediate post-divorce period: “Happily Ever After: Walking with Peace and Courage Through a Year of Divorce ” book
by Kristin Armstrong non-bitter ex=wife and co parent with Lance Armstrong

Um, and D the second. Strong, strikingly witty, beautiful, kind, interesting, highly intelligent, fun, painful..

I think I found the tiny house plan that curls my toes! Finally

I feel myself moving toward establishing some sort of footprint and the Tiny House movement has just fit m like a glove.  It already fits the way I am living (comfortably I might add).  In my email box this evening, I received what seems like MY house, (insert angels singing, trumpets, ta das!)

http://www.thesmallhousecatalog.com/afewsmallwords/

Thoughts?  Advice?  Still don’t know where I want to land.  I know that I am enjoying college town feels, proximity to work, grocery, entertainment, definitely great transportation systems, bicycle friendly, places to hike, safe, no tornados.  Really, no more tornados.

Northridge San Fernando Valley Assignment Getting Settled In

ssi 0629141322c 0629141322a 0629141321b 0629141321a 0629141322d 0629141439 0709141121 0709141122a Cal state sign‏ gorgeous roses on campus June 8 Cal State got my tap card 1 June 8 Cal State got my tap card 2 June 8 Cal State got my tap card 3 June 8 Cal State got my tap card Boba tea house L.A is hooootttt and humid.  I bought this mister last year at Lowes for $7. Best purchase EVER June 8 Cal State got my tap card orange tree June 8 Cal State got my tap card orange grove June 8 Cal State got my tap card orange grove 2 June 8 Cal State got my tap card Freudian Sip cafe on campus mailbox mosaic 1 mosaic 2 mosaic 3 mosaic 4 windowed wall facing reflecting pool Cal State June 8 this was so pretty, down the street Reflecting pool @ Cal State June 8 Pretty tree on cal state campus‏ mosaic 5

Figured out how to get to work via bus – just two stops, but it is an hours’ ride each way. Walked to Cal State Northridge where I am able to buy a months’ bus pass, toured the beautiful campus and went to Vons groc store and bought fresh fruit and one recipe that I plan on sticking in crock pot to take to work tomorrow.

Middle of the day hot hot humid, so I cranked out my mister that I bought about a year ago from Lowe’s for $7, love this thing, I don’t have to run air conditioner (saving money) and it makes it comfortable.  Played with making an awning for my big window from some PVC I purchased previously from Habitat Restore , think it might work.  Little lonely today, happens sometimes.  It’ll pass.

 

The beginning of my California Journey – Sacramento

My first work assignment in Cali was in Sacramento at a wonderful facility that has now been absorbed into the county hospital. This hospital had very strong, smart nursing staff and…a lift team! Wow. What an incredible thing. I learned so much here and was able to see a patient on a roto-prone bed. I love stuff like that.

This was also my first little foray in staying in an RV, as my dad loaned me his Class B camper (about the size of a van). The hospital had three sites in the back of their parking lot with water and electrical hookup for just such a thing, which was fantastic. I noticed that it was also utilized by families of longer term patients so that they could stay nearby. This was wonderful, my commute to work was steps. I also stayed for a bit in a Larkspur Landing extended stay, which was great. I could ride my thrift store bicycle over from the hotel easily on a path that bordered a manicured golf course and ran over the beautiful American River. It would take about 15 minutes one way. And, this being California, going to work and coming from work I would pass golden, shirtless beautiful men running. Boy does that help motivate:>

Sacramento is full of things to see and do, music, culture, food. I so enjoyed it. My contract there was 12 hour night shift, 48 hours per week, ouch. Made it through. My father came at the end of that assignment, which was a wonderful surprise and pretty much drove us back to Bama. He had been in the Navy, and we visited San Diego. It was so fun to see his excitement on the ships and he would explain the different things he would do. We stayed at a very nice RV park in a marina there and ate at Wiernerschnitzel. We also stopped at every Dennys’ on the way back. That was such a great road trip.

The beautiful thing about this travel for me are the people I meet.  I explain that where I grew up, 99% of the people that I met were either Caucasian or African American and we all had the same past experiences, culture, etc.  It was a wonderful place to raise my children.  My community was so supportive of us.  The people were warm, friendly, caring, interested.   California has, for me, proven to be a completely different country and not in a bad way.  I have finally learned to walk past people without looking them in the eye or speaking to them (do that at home and anyone within distance can pop you in the back of the head for being uppity, it is just not done).  People in Cali are warm and friendly in different ways, but boy when they decide you are okay, they are about like home, pretty wonderful.  

I was privilieged to care for a Muslim man who had had a heart attack.  His wife stayed in the room with him and I noticed she slept on a thick mat on the floor.  They were extraordinarily kind and open with me about themselves and their culture, in fact, his wife insisted I try a bit of the food she had made and brought with her (delicious).  She would cover her hair when male visitors came and they explained that it was, for her, a sign of respect, sort of like how we would wear a wedding ring.  Her husband was not making her do this.  She was an intelligent, highly educated, caring woman and you could see the warmth and love between them.  His visitors would come in long, flowing white outfits and the long dark beards.  They explained it was their custom as a community to visit, kind of like we would visit our church members that are hospitalized.  They were always respectful of each other, staff, and unit rules.  His wife spoke of the beauty of Afghanistan, the physical beauty of the country. 

I also cared for an elderly grandmother who was some form of East Indian (there are evidently a lot of different forms).  I ill always always remember this family.  I truly thought that Indian women were very quiet, deferent, head down, mumbly.  Umm, na uh. Nope.  Hee hee.  Grandma was visited daily by about 4 granddaughters dressed immaculately and beautifully and these cool ladies were funny and strong.  With both of these patients, I was trying to do dietary teaching based on their diagnosis, which is funny, as I know nothing of their normal diets, so they taught me and I am like “well, watch your salt intake”.  The granddaughters described themselves as a type of “ghetto Indian” as I believe they were from somewhere in the Pacific or Fiji.  Remember that I am staying at the end of the parking lot, I was walking into work one day and across the lot I hear “Holla!”. Hee hee.  That came from beautiful, not so quiet, very funny Indian lady.

One day I noticed a patient in hospital gown with an IV pole siting under a tree mid parking lot.  I go over all puffed up to see what is going on, a young boy, about 18 – 19 years old was sitting out there, one leg missing from knee down, the other shin covered in the coolest multi-colored sock, a multicolored knitted hat on his head, smoking a joint.  The only other person with him was another youngish boy who left shortly thereafter.  I sat a moment and talked with him (I have kids about this age and I haaattte for them to be alone.  Turns out, he is in cancer treatment for bone cancer in the other leg.  He was so strong and positive in his attitude.  Just an absolutely beautiful soul.  I would subsequently see him a few more times, once getting off an elevator with his mother and aunt and he would say “hi” and introduce us.  I totally love this boy and pray with fervor that he is doing well.

I also think this is the hospital where I was floated to the open heart unit and went into a basically dark room, noticed how absolutely beautiful this older lady was and mentioned it to her.  “I got it in my divorce”.  Evidently her ex was a plastic surgeon and the facelift was a fst fine abulous parting gift!  Also had a man on that unit with chest pain.  His whole family was in room and all he wanted was macaroni from a local restauraunt.  Get this,  they brought him some and it evidently cured him.  He was just fine post-macaroni:>mms_picture-67 may 21, 2013 064 1336510980587 1336510552629 1336510562220 1336510568799

 

My Nomadic Way of Life a.k.a. Travel Nursing

For 21 years, I lived a very nice, quiet June Cleaver life in Alabama, my birthplace.  Went to school, married, had and raised two perfect, wonderful children, went to college, nursed, gardened, etc. etc.

And then….(insert da da da)…kids grew up and did what normal kids do, tornado ravaged my entire neighborhood, many personal things going on, baby daddy had to go.  So, here I am in this wonderful three bedroom, two bath house with the large yard that the kids could play in (except they are gone) on a wonderful dead end street with beautiful, caring wonderful neighbors that I had known for decades and were great to me and my Chihuahua.  It was like living in Mayberry in that everybody knew everybody, we took care of each other, kept an eye out for each others kids, drank vino on the porch when said kiddoes were hormonal and everyone definitely looks you in the ete and says hello and waves when you pass in cars or Bless Your Heart!

And now, after 1 year of staying 3 months at a time in extended stays,,,