Monday, November 30, 2009

My street, no view

I was looking at an article about Google Street View, and it hadn't occurred to me to check and see if I could see my house there. I had checked a long time ago when they first started doing it, but they hadn't got out this far yet. Well, they still haven't got out to my house, but to my surprise, they had barely got to my town! In fact when you drag the street view icon over the map, you can see what they did get so far...



Yup, they drove down main street, came back down first and then got back onto main, and got the heck out of town! I was really shocked. I am used to looking at real estate listings all over the country and being able to snoop around the neighborhood where the house is. Not here. We've been snubbed by street view.

I'm guessing it will be a long tine before I can see my house on there!

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Fashback: 1995

Digging through family pictures Dave's Dad gave us, I found this picture of us circa 1995-ish.



I can tell this picture was taken while we were visiting the folks in Portland (we lived in Yakima at the time), and we're trapped into posing next to our car (my beloved stripey Miata) as we're trying to make our escape - Dave's Dad's trademark shot "stand still and squint into the sun while I take a few pictures"! I have no idea what we were there for, but we're certainly all dressed up. A wedding? A funeral? A job interview? No idea.

Dave says I have a mullet, but I told him it's not a mullet when it's on a girl, it's just long hair!

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Crisis of self-image!

So this week I was having a good time working on the van (the exterior door handle isn't working on the back door, so the only way to get into the body of the van is to reach back and open the door from the inside) and I figured out what was broke and tried to kludge a fix but it failed so I called Ford and talked to a nice guy in parts and figured out what part I needed and how much it cost ($50!!!) and as I said goodbye and hung up the last thing I heard was 'goodbye Sir'. Sir!?!?! Damn my husky voice! I hate when that happens. It doesn't help my hobbies tend to be male dominated things like cars, so who would think a girl who knows what torix bits are would be calling up for a door release cable, right? Still. Ugh.

Then a couple days later I was at the store helping a regular customer and as he was leaving he says 'I was in here the other day talking to your son'. My son?!?! You mean my husband, who's six months OLDER THAN ME?!! OMG, How old do I look?! I said 'My husband?' and he immediately got very sheepish - 'well, yeah, I guess I didn't think about how old he was'. Again. Ugh.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Calling all chickens!


Today I went and refilled the feeder in the coop, and everyone rushed in to get a bite, and I saw everyone except Penny. So I walked around to the orchard side and called the chickens 'hey, bok bok bok', and they all came running. I counted them, and again I saw everyone except Penny. So I called her 'Penny, where are youuuuuuuu?', and a second later she waddled out of the coop, and stood on the ramp and gave me a look like 'this better be good' :) I said 'oh there you are, go back to what you were doing', and she turned around and went back in the coop. Now my question is, after all this time, does she know her name? Do chickens learn their names?

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Cold Hives vs Zyrtec

Well, I got brave and tried the Zyrtec again yesterday. I took one before we went for our walk at the park, since it was cold and rainy. I also bundled up, so I wasn't just asking for it. I had a fine time and didn't get hives, so that was good. No sign of any further anxiety attacks either. I have had some in the past month or so when I wasn't taking Zyrtec, so I think they were not related to the new medicine, more related to some other stuff that's going on and stressing me out. The anxiety attacks are in my head, but the cold hives are a genuine physical reaction to environment. Meditation and relaxation gets rid of the anxiety. Seems like Zyrtec gets rid of the hives :)

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Lacamas Creek Park




Dave and Barclay and I went for a little walk at Lacamas Creek Park in Camas today. It was our day off, and we could combine it with a trip out to the East end of town for some other errands, so it didn't seem too far. It was a nice drive through the country to get there.



We turned around at a bridge over a cool waterfall. Dave had already gone for a run this morning, and I took Barclay for a vigorous hike yesterday around the upper rim trail at BG Lake, so we were only up for a short walk. Plus it looked like the skies were going to open up and rain on us at any second. I had to bundle up with about three layers to stay warm.







We could hear the waterfall long before we got anywhere near it, and it was really roaring. It's amazing how much water was spilling over. It was beautiful, but it looked like it would take you away in an instant!

Wet Cat!



I have lived in the rainy NW my whole life, and I have had cats my whole life, and I have NEVER seen a cat come inside as wet as Mouse last night! She looked like someone had dropped her in a pool!


Tuesday, November 03, 2009

FarmVille vs FarmTown

I started out playing the FaceBook game FarmVille, and eventually enough of our 4H kids were playing FarmTown that they talked me into playing that one too. They are very similar, FT was the original, FV is the copy. At first I liked FV better, I thought the graphics were cleaner and you can harvest animals, so everything on the farm is productive. In fact there's a little too much emphasis on production - mine has practically turned into a factory farm chasing the almighty dollar!



But I soon figured out the cool part about FT is the social interaction they have built into the game.

In FT they encourage you to hire other players to harvest your crops, and to plow your fields before planting. You are rewarded by getting more money for your crops, and a reduced fee for plowing - so it's good for your pocketbook. Plus the workers get a chance to make a little extra farm money, and experience points. So folks go to the 'marketplace', which is a a chatroom, and hang out, hoping someone will come along and hire them. Sometimes it looks like a virtual unemployment line with everyone begging for work!



All those little unemployed avatars is so sad - sometimes it actually gets a bit depressing. After all, I play games to get a break from reality!

But then someone will come along and invite you to their farm to help bring in the harvest. That's fun! You get to see their farm, and make a little money, and it does give you a little buzz of accomplishment :) Sometimes someone will come to the marketplace and hire a whole bunch of people, and everyone scurries around on his farm trying to harvest as much as they can, like little army ants descending on a picnic!

This afternoon I went to the marketplace to hire someone to harvest my farm, and as soon as I showed up, someone hired ME to go harvest their farm. So I did, and made a bunch of coin I hadn't been expecting - sweet! So I went back and hired someone to harvest my farm, and they were appreciative. It also bumped me up a level, I was able to expand my little farm, and I built a little forest retreat in one corner complete with a treehouse - double sweet!



So on FarmVille, once you've harvested what you can, there's nothing to do until the next harvest, where in FarmTown, there's always more to do. If your farm is taken care of, you can go work at someone else's. So now I actually find myself dropping by FarmTown more often. It's amazing what fun these little games can be, especially on a rainy day when you've got some time to kill and just want a bit of mindless entertainment!

Sunday, November 01, 2009

Diggin' a hole...


Out in the field, diggin' a hole




Diggin' a big ol' hole!



dig, dig, dig



Hey! Can't you see I'm busy here?!



dig, dig, dig



Ok, I'm ready to come inside now!



What is this 'bath' thing you speak of?


FWIW, He didn't get a bath, just a quick hop in the trough and he was clean enough to come inside for breakfast :-) Thank goodness for that eskimo easy-clean fur - the dirt just drops off, you'd think he was scotchguarded. I actually encourage the digging, I think it's good exercise for the body and mind, and he loves it, so why not? A tired dog is a good dog!