A Bit Of This And That.

First off, news about the house behind me. Hasn't changed much. I guess they are waiting on the foundation to set. There is a mesh fence now, and I rejoiced as I drove by the street and I could see it sticking out. But later I actually drove by the house and I could see that the gate was wide open, and the site now contain not only the foundation, port-a-potty, but also, damn it, a shopping cart. I guess I will turn the lights on tonight. Frack.

Secondly, I am toying with the idea of starting a blog about the day to day experiences of a survivor after civilization falls to zombies. There would be tons of casualties, and that would continue after the fall of civilization, not only due to zombies but other people, dwindling resources, and eventually collapsing infrastructure. It's the later part that interests me. The zombie attack is just the start of the story as far as I am concerned.

I would have do research, develop a story line and pre-write a significant amount of posts, and then future post them. A lot of work. I don't know if I have the time to do this. But it would be fun.

I have to say I really don't watch zombies movies per say. What I don't like about them, is their lack of survivors. I do love TWENTY-EIGHT DAYS, but made a point of not seeing the sequel. I want people to live. I want them to marshal their resources and band together and organize. We are human beings. This is what we do best.

Rest In Peace Mr. Piggy

Some Thoughts

First of all, I have come to the conclusion that I dislike blogs, where the title is in English (fooling me) and then every entry is in a foreign language, foreign to the point where the post shows up as an outline of a box. These blogs invariably have the most wonderful pictures. What's that! A building made to look like a watermelon with the door being a slice! There's a bench next to it. Somehow it feels like a bus stop. BUT I will never know, because it's written in Vietnamese or Cambodian, or something. Frack.

And there's these blogs, all about these two brother (and their point has failed because I don't remember their names!). The pictures are the same and so is the blog style on every single one. Only the title is changed. For every normal blog I come across there's two or even three of these "blogs". They are spam. Of course I have to say it makes a pleasant change from the porn pages I got every third blog. They seem to have all disappeared to be replaced by the two brother's blog (and occasionally the Jonas brothers).

Cowboys/horses

It's a bad photo, but it's what I got.

Margaret and Lambie

mister piggy

I kept telling him he was a good pig and he would look up at me thru his eyelashes. Damn! Damn! Damn! Why does he have to die!

House Building

The foundation is laid. It's nice that they kept two of the original trees. I'm pretty sure the mobile trailer belongs to the house contractors

I Think I Have Solved The Problem

I deleted the go@blogger.com from this blog and then redid it. Around five hours later I get FOUR texts from Blogger telling me I have a new mobile blog. I checked and, yes there are my four test pictures [What, they were in limbo for the last two days?]. I claimed the blog. Blogger then told me my scripting and cookies were messed up and how to fix them. I did what Blogger told me to do and Blogger gave me the choice of where (what blog) I wanted my mobile posts send to and of course I picked this one. Blogger said it would take a little while. Hopefully everything will work out.

test three

Okay, now I can post my my pic's of the fair. This is a goat/owner costume contest. I got there five (a period of 60 seconds) before it ended, which is why there are no close ups. I am spelling so badly today that even with spell check I can't come up with the right spelling and thus am substituting phrases.

My pictureless post about the fair

Well, I certainly had fun! Of course I got drunk as well. Maybe, there's an connection! But no, I always enjoy myself at the fair. Just some years more then others. First off, I didn't have to pay to get in or parking. Christine from the florist gave me a ticket, and the florist lend me his parking pass. Yaa! Worked like a charm. Of course I also worn my work shirt there just in case, "look I'm here to relieve a co-worker. Come on, she's seven months pregnant, it's hot, let's get her out of here." Which is a total lie of course, the part of me being there to relieve her, (everything else is true tho). But, hey! I didn't have to do that.

Met up with the sister and Margaret at the sheep. . . oop, excuse me, THE MEAT BARN. Yes, that's disturbing, isn't it? They don't call the pig barn, the bacon and pork chop barn, now do they?

Checked out Margaret's lamb, then left her there, and me and the sister went to the Craft barn and looked it over. I dragged the sister through the plate setting contest. It's amazing to me, that after all these years of having this contest, that people still don't know the candles are suppose to be pre-lit! You get dinged for that. We then looked at the cases. These combine the rock hounds and people's collections of just about anything. Star war figurine's! Matchbox cars! My Little Pony! Thread holders from the 18Th and 19Th centuries! Depression era pressed glass! Key tags! And most interesting of all, a display on bound feet, complete with a horrifying picture. We really lingered on that one.. Jackie had just read a article about it, and that the mother's had to be firm with their daughters and not let them unbind their feet, no matter the pain. Otherwise they would never get married. I remembered going to the Tropico Gold Mine as a child and seeing the shoes of the Chinese woman cook. They were no longer then three inches! After I found out about bound feet, I made the connection. Spent time (as a child) visualizing her on a stool cooking, because I couldn't imagine the pain of having to stand on them all day while working!

And then we got a beer, (Samuel Adams, $7.00!!!) and people-watched. But soon, we didn't watch alone. These two guys dressed as cowboys from the waist up and from the waist down as horse came up to us. So in effect, they looked liked they were ridding little itty bitty horses. They were cute and one sat down with us, and flirted. Of course he flirted with every women that walked by. We roared with laughter.

Then we visited the barns. Saw Mister Piggy. Oh, he's so personable, it kills me that he's going to be dead in less then two weeks. Margaret took him out for exercise and he pooped his brains out. She had trouble getting him back into the pen. A man had to help her. Jackie said this bodes ill for the showmanship part of the auction.

Then we went and saw Christine. She's running the florist booth that's the cheer leaders and local community queens are getting the roses from. They walk around the fair selling them for like $5 each. Then we parted and went home.

It appears to be my phone

No one has gotten any pictures from me. I not receiving any send messages. I have send a picture three times to this blog and yet nothing has shown up. I looked at the T-Mobile web site and did what it said, sent one to myself. That worked. So I'm going to have to contact them and see what they can do.

Went To The Fair

(Friday night) None of the photo's I took have shown up. This is not good. I also got a message on my phone saying it couldn't find the server. The pictures may never show up in that case. I have resend one. Am waiting to see if it shows up. Rat's, took some cute pictures. Two of Margaret with Lamie. One of Mr. Piggy. A couple of guys dressed like cowboys on top and then with little horses from waist down.

Saturday; still none of the pictures I took and sent, and re-send have shown up. I'm going to send one to Best Friend and see if she gets it, in order to see whether it's my phone/T-mobile or blogger.

Various Things

I am waiting for the credit counseling place to call me. I asked for an in-person appointment with them on line. But they haven't called me yet. I wish they would. The bills are really beginning to bother me. It's either a debt management plan or bankruptcy for me, I do believe.

Am looking for a place to get a domain name. Keep getting tempted by web hosting. I do not need web hosting. I'm not starting a business, just want to "own" my blog name. I guess I am replacing the vanity of the picture with that. Also thinking about it, this blog might be vanity pure and simple. On the other hand;

1. It gives me a place to keep track of when things happen. Never down play the usefulness of this to someone who has dycalculia.


2. It gives me somewhere to vent.
   


3. There's a record of my life. (Snicker, snicker, I don't need no Boswell).
   


4. It's fun!
   


5. I might yet meet some friends through this.

After some research, I have decided that I want private registration. I do not want scammers to have my info. This will double the price. Must think about this.

Oh, but I would love to be irisrainbow.com, or irisrainbow.cat, or even irisrainbow.me.uk. Even just irisrainbow.me would be good, but that starts off at $19.00 even with out the $8.99 for privacy.

Must sit on this.

Changes To Blog

I got rid of my picture and replaced it with a manga version. The reason I had a picture of me on this blog? Let's see, vanity, vanity and oh yeah, VANITY. Even so, I tried to disguise myself. I always felt uneasy about having the picture on this blog. I was, am afraid of attracting a old boyfriend, or yet another drug addict (ALL my boyfriend have been addicts of one sort or another). Yep, that's what I got out of counseling after Brad dumped me. I am trying to fix my relationship with my dead parents by dating addicts. Because the way they treat me is the way my parents treated me. My solution: never date again. It's better that way.
Also, I'm going to change the description of this blog. If I ever do contact my relatives in England and we blog together, it will be on another blog. This blog has become mine. I don't want anyone else blogging on here with me. It's MINE, do you hear. . .rubs hands together furiously while cackling.
As to contacting my relatives, my sister has poisoned that tree. "They don't contact us, now do they? Aunt J. said that she thinks about writing us, but she never does, does she?" The cousins never write/call/etc either. I am still hoping I will be able to overcome this negativity. But, it will be on another blog.
I think I will buy my own domain name.

What's Mr. Traffic been doing this Week

Yup, it's a model plane. He had to carve part of the engine out of basal wood, (he told me why, but I can't remember). He says he use to build these thing all the time (about one a week, they were cheaper then), and then take then out and set them on fire and fly them. Yes! ON FIRE! He says however, that this one shall go to the hobby shop.

Yes, I went and saw Mr. Traffic last night. We saw THE K.O. KIPPERS, GENTLEMAN JIM, and CINDERELLA MAN. The K.O. CLIPPERS is one strange little short. He was missing the first half of it, so Mr. Traffic said, but what I saw was funny and quite bizarre! GENTLEMAN JIM was an Errol Flynn movie, and man, was he young in it! I think it has to have been one of his first as a leading man. I had never seen CINDERELLA MAN before (nor any of the others), and I almost cried. Man, it's a true story! I wonder how many people understand why he was ashamed to take the relief money, and why he felt he had to pay it back?

I got home shortly after midnight. Must work both jobs today. Oh well, I knew that was a possibility when I went over there. Mr. Traffic is 73, and really can't remember my schedule. My nights off vary, and this confuses him. It will be okay. Coffee and Ritalin will keep me going.

Foundation being laid

I'm so excited that a house is finally being built behind me. That lot has been empty since 2000/2001. The house that was there before burn down twice. The first was arson, the second, homeless people trying to cook, re-burned it. The people who had it, or I should say, the man, was never a good neighbor. He was a little bit mental (drug use would be my best bet) and was incapable of picking good roommates. They also would be drug users and would renege on paying the rent. THREE times I caught him out there after the sun had set, trying to attach his own electrical line, as he was so far behind in payments the power company had removed their line, (and because he was reconnecting it on his own). His roommates apparently were hiding their drugs in my shed. I kept finding stuff moved around, but nothing taken. I tied the door shut with string and as far as I know, that stopped. One day I realized my side gate was open. I asked Mrs. S about it. She said it had been open for three days, ever since that man being chased by the police had ran up to it , open it and disappeared into my backyard. She said the police went up onto the walls to check out my yard since I was not home and they could not enter my property without a warrant.

Finally, one of his roommates got pissed at him and set the living room on fire. I thought that would be the end of my problems with that house, but it wasn't. I can only hope, the new people will be better. However it has occurred to me, (faced it I AM a paranoid) that the people I have been hearing have been the new owners checking me out, as a determent to their new property values. Time will tell. But I should clean up the backyard anyway.

Best Friend Is Sick Again

She did managed to get a second job with Countrywide. Her schedule is 6 to 10 p.m. Her day job is 6 a.m. to 3 p.m. She is still seeing boy interest and he rarely shows up before 10:00 p.m. There is incredible stressful law breaking Peyton place stuff going on at the day job as well. B.F. is stressed out to the max. Is it any surprise that her Valley Fever is back? Yes, she has been running a low grade fever for a month now. Today she texts me and told me her Doctor said her body was breaking down due to exhaustion and stress. I really don't know what she is going to do. She doesn't want to give up day job, she has medical, retirement, security. She needs the second job to pay the rent (she went to USC, she has $50,000 in student loans, the ones that her DAD signed off on, she anit defaulting). She sure as hell anit giving up the boy interest. I need to win the lotto so she can stop working.

Things Went Better Last Night

No gun fire, the dogs only barked a couple of times before midnight. I was able to get some rest. I'm so happy someone is building on the lot behind me.

I have been working on my chore list. No, I did not do it on Monday. On Monday instead of doing what I was suppose to do, I found out how to get my own domain name and found a bunch of nifty blogs. Eventually I will have to move this blog, as I understand it. I only get a gig of space. I will someday use that up. Blogger charges you then. The thing is, I have no idea how much. Nowhere can I find any figures. But since I see other people moving to their own domains, it doesn't appear to be a small amount. Also, where is the stat's telling me how of the one gig I have used up?

OOh, such dark lushness!

In real life, these are a very dark red.

In the Northeast, this is what they call this a mackerel sky. In my family, we call it a cottonball sky.

standing spray

Penny is so good at contrasting colors and combining them so they just POP!

Im scared.

Just heard gun fire. Sounded like it was next door. three shots. The dogs started to bark, gun fire, and no more barking from any of the dogs! I am hearing sirens but they aren't coming here. I am debating calling police because that would mean making noise and i haven't heard anyone leaving. [ Did this mobile blogging from my phone in bed, while getting a real good grip on why people keep their mattresses on the floor in really bad areas.]

Later, around 7:00 p.m. When, in my desperate dash for work, (why yes, I was late, thank you very much,) I heard the strangest noise. I ran out to the back yard. I looked over the wall. There was machines tearing up the foundation of the burned down house. Tonight it is completely cleared and two hugh piles of sand are in the corner and the ground is being watered for the next step. Hallelujah!!! Apparently someone is going to build there. YAAA!!!!

Flood Lights Do Seem To Be An Determent

I have been leaving the floodlights on in the backyard every night. (I do not want to think about the power bill! Those lights are from the eighties.) The barking is getting less and less! Annnd, the screen door being moved has shifted from total darkness to early dawn, or even full daylight. In other words, an hour to an hour and a half later. I'm still in bed however. Does this mean that this person knows my work schedule? Am I hearing my screen door or am I hearing someone else's? But only Mrs. S' dogs bark when I hear this, not the two neighbors dog's on the other side as well. I suppose (reluctantly) that maybe I could be hearing Mrs. S coming out to feed her little dogs. But, I can find out about this! I can ask her! So I guess that's on the list for today.

Today has to be choir day. I have to replace washers in laundry room sink as it will not turn off all the way now. Hopefully that will solve the problem, as the only way I can just get it now to dripping, is to put weights on the knob for the cold (thank God it's the cold and not the hot!). Must pick up cat food tins and buy more. Sweep driveway and cut down suckers off the cut down trunks. Wash all the dishes, ALL of them, because they are all dirty. Pick a room and clean it.
Have you noticed that I haven't been talking about doing my maintenance? It's because I stopped doing it when I house sitted for my sister and now it's worse then ever! Must start again. Must lose weight. Must change jobs. Must change entire life.

Conficting inpulses

I want to hide out in my own backyard and confront this person. I want to turn on the floodlight so he stays away.

The lights are on. I am leaning heavily towards this person being a peeping tom. Peeping Toms go on to be rapists. I'm staying in the house.

Stressing Out

Last night went over and saw Best Friend. She told me a year and an half ago, that she told me (at that time), that when I was house sitting for my sister, that someone tried to come through her bedroom window and when she turned on her bedroom light, they went to the other side of the house and tried the kitchen door. I have NO memory of this. She says this is when I told her that I thought I was hearing people in the backyard.
Last night just ten minutes after I turned off my bedroom light, I could hear someone walking through my yard. I don't know what to do. I guess I'm going to have to talk to the police. But it's going to be fun telling them I have never actually SEEN anyone, just heard them.

Freeway directions were misleading!

The directions said to take the 5 and go sightly towards the 170 and merge onto the 101. It didn't say get on it! I didn't! Took me until the LA ZOO to figure it out. Called Best Friend and she saved my butt with GOOD directions! Shortly there after I was tooling along on the 101 at 20 miles an hour! Thanks to the BIG cushion of time I gave myself, I still have an hour till the test:).

Later, waaay later. I failed the test. 120 of us took it. Only 8 of us passed. Basic mathematics, my ass. Combination word problems with fractions with different denominators, inductive reasoning problems. And it would have helped if I had ANY idea of the relationship of [cublic] square inches to [cublic] square foots, and [cublic] square yards, because it's not apparently #x#x# ( the squaring part). Never saw that formula in my life. I think I guessed on everyone of the math problems accept three. I thought I did good on the other portions of the test, but I will never know, because it's pass/fail and you can't review the test by law. I can reapply in six months. Do I want to? Six months is long enough to learn the math. I will think about it. [8-9-08, 120 of us took the test, 8 passed, my sister had a patient who also tested, 104 people in his group, 12 passed.]

The picture is of my shadow with palm trees, as I sat outside having a snack before the test. Made the mistake of trying to take artsy shot of the building. Was spotted. From there on in, as I sat there and blogged on my phone, and fed the birdies part of my chips, there were people obviously watching me. This is not the first time I have been misidentified as an terrorist. I used to get followed around in the old Getty as well, and it was obvious as well. The guards would get on their walkie talkies and report what room I was going into! Why. . .don't know.

Still more Trespasser news

Still hearing this person move the screen door blocking the excess point to the kitchen side of the house. Does not put the stuff back the same way. I keep hoping it's a large cat like my sister keep suggesting, but, no, I really don't think so.
Also, checked on nylon threads. One had been pulled and then laid on branches so it looked like it was still taut. I took it off the branches and made it taut. On the plus side, the neighbor's on the left dogs, only barked once!!! This implies good and bad things. One, maybe I have chased them off, two, how many people have been going through my backyard?Anyway, it was really strange not having the dogs bark all night. They usually wake me up 4 or 5 times.
So, tomorrow, I'm going to try taping string across, but leave enough space for a cat to get under, but not enough space for a human to get through. We will see then, whether, it's a cat or a person. Or maybe, lug head will GET the point (as in understanding, not impaling!).

Ginza

The receptionists wear kimono's and do their hair Japanese style!

More Trespasser Stuff

Yep, the stuff I placed at the entry way to the kitchen side of the house was not put back the same way, . . and I heard him moving it. Chickened out and did not get out of bed. Don't know if he was going into backyard or leaving it, but this does mean that he's hopping the side gate. Maybe I can leave a little surprise for him there. Oh, how I wish it could be a pointy surprise. Also, it was around 4:30 a.m. Usually I heard this stuff, an hour after I go to bed, not then. Of course, this leads to the question of how many people are doing this? So far I have only heard one person, but that man was talking to someone. Man, I hope there is no pic's of me on the Internet.

Hey! Brien's Campage Worked!

I went to work tonight, and low and behold, only one credit card slip was being printed. Brien presented his case to the manager and the owner, and the owner went for the programing fix. Which he did himself, which means it was an option all along, ALL THESE YEARS!! The manager said that when we got the program, the owner questioned her about it printing two copies, and she told him that how's the programing was. How that translates into him (owner) being able to fix it now, I don't know. We are calling Brien, Mr. Green now.

Asked for Tuesday night off, so I could study up for test. Have found a math site online, that might help, will look for others. I will have Sunday day, and Monday and Tuesday nights as well.
Checked out parking options. There are at least seven parking garages around the test site. None of them indicted how much they were. The computer kept freezing up every time, I went to one of the sites. I'm going to make a list and take it with me just in case.

Oh, yes, I did feel the earthquake. Sorry about not posting about it before, but am really worried about test. I was eating my lunch in the back room, and I felt the first lurch. I got up and went to the inner doorway. I announced "Earthquake!" They all looked at me puzzled, and Christine said "What?" And Amber said "We're having an earthquake," and then they all felt it. We all then preceded to stare at the west wall with rapt attention. You know, the wall filled from top to bottom with glass vases, that there wall. Kristine was afraid. We tried to calm her. Think we did it. A vase tipped over in the cooler, but that's all, and oh, ya, it shifted the desk out in front. I needed help this morning when I folded the gate up. Moved the desk just enough so the gate wouldn't fold up right.
As earthquakes go, this was a very gentle one. It was like being in a water bed with someone slowly rolling over in it. It was smooth, no jerky up and downs, just smooth rolling waves. It was divided into two parts from my perspective, the initial lurch, and then the smooth waves.