I Saw No Bubo Virginianus In Oakland Lake Park Today While Fosdick Creek Was Flooding

Muddy Flooding Fosdick Creek

Something somewhere in Fort Worth is leaking a lot of muddy water into Fosdick Creek, flooding into Fosdick Lake in Oakland Lake Park.

Walking around Fosdick Lake today was a lot less chilly than the frigid walk around Fosdick Lake a couple days ago.

My Arizona sister walked with me today. Eventually our little brother and sister-in-law joined us.

I woke up this morning before 4 and was unable to get back to sleep. My sister also woke up before 4 this morning and was unable to get back to sleep.

Soon after my little brother and sister-in-law arrived my sister quit walking with me so they could drive to Sun Lakes to pick up my mom and dad so they could all drive south to Maricopa to go out to lunch in a trendy Maricopa restaurant called McDonald's.

I was in that Maricopa McDonald's in March, last year.  I had a Fish Sandwich. It was delicious.

Yesterday I mentioned seeing a big bird at the Village Creek Blue Bayou. This morning noted local Ornithologist, CatsPaw, informed me that the bird that turned its back on me was a Bubo Virginianus, also known as a Great Horned Owl.

I saw no Bubo Virginianus in Oakland Lake Park today. But, I did see a lot of ducks quacking on Fosdick Lake.

The Lingering Creepy Weirdness Of Fubbo The Hut On Facebook

Last month, I blogged about my ongoing problem with the stalking weirdness of the criminal sociopath known as Fubbo the Hut, in a blogging titled The Lingering Creepy Weirdness Of Fubbo The Hut.

At the end of the blogging I wrote..."Well, that ends this amusing blogging about Fubbo the Hut. I'll be sure and share any incoming Fubbo the Hut lunacy should it occur....."

Well, a couple days ago I got a call telling me I should check out Fubbo the Hut's latest lunacy on Facebook.

Let us review a little history. Way back in August of 2008, when I realized that Fubbo the Hut was no longer anyone I wanted to have anything to do with, I was quite perplexed trying to figure out what in the world I'd been dealing with.

And how to be totally rid of it.

Over the course of multiple bloggings I sorted it out to my satisfaction, that being that this person exhibited classic Only Child Syndrome behaviors, exhibited Histrionic Narcissistic behaviors, was a Sociopath, Prescription Medication Addict and a Pathological Liar.

After I opined my explanation for the Fubbo behaviors I'd experienced, in the time since then, I have read Fubbo the Hut assign to me most of the syndromes I associated with her, except for claiming me to be a Prescription Medication Addict  Pathological Liar or a sufferer from Only Child Syndrome.

It seems that me accurately identifying Fubbo the Hut as a Sociopath hit home the hardest. I believe she's been diagnosed as such by psychiatrists who examined her during the course of Fubbo the Hut being prosecuted for her crimes. And, so, of course, Fubbo the Hut now opines in any venue she can, that I am a Sociopath. Which is sort of ironically amusing, what with me suffering with a highly evolved Empathy Complex, which is about dead opposite of being a Sociopath.

In my blogging about the lingering creepy weirdness of Fubbo the Hut I was motivated to have fun making fun of Fubbo, once again, due to, once again, Fubbo making a rude comment on my blog.

Fubbo's rude comments on my blog and other blogs have been chronic.

In Fubbo the Hut's Facebook rant she claims she removed her blog because I was using the material on that blog to humiliate her.

Well.

Who put that humiliating material there?

That causes the humiliation?

If you read the blogging about this you will see I was getting emails asking about oddball things Fubbo was claiming on her blog that defied believability. I was not extracting humiliating material from her now dead blog. It was being emailed to me.

In Fubbo's Facebook rant she claims she "tried every means, to get me to stop."

Every means? What would those be?

To get me to stop what? To stop me telling the truth about her?

In Fubbo's Facebook rant she claims she realized I will never give up?

Give up what?

Give up being disgusted at her being such a disgusting human being?

I think I've already mentioned that Fubbo got struck with the dumbstick, so I'll try and clearly make it real clear for her. Fubbo, if you don't want me reacting to you, simply knock off the blog comments, the emails and the telling of lies about me. See how simple that is?

Then go on with your fabulous life. Do you think you can manage this? Learning how to say "I am sorry, I behaved badly" might also reap benefits for you. But you're a Sociopath, so that avenue is not really available to you...

A Chilly Walk With The Ghosts & Hawks Who Haunt The Village Creek Natural Historical Area

The air was nearly 40 degrees warm when I went walking with the Indian Ghosts who haunt the Village Creek Natural Historical Area today in Arlington.

As you can see via the reflection in the big round mirror it is a bright, blue sky day, so far, today in North Texas. You can also see, via my reflection in the big round mirror, that I am bundled up in layers of outerwear.

What you can not see, via the big round mirror, is that I finally located my previously missing thermal underwear. What a relief.

Speaking of the murdered Indians whose ghosts haunt the Village Creek zone, I got a couple related blog comments on the first day of the new year.

But, the comments were not to a blogging about Village Creek, they were comments to a blogging from way back in January of 2012 about Walking With The Spirit Of Quanah Parker & Other People Before Being Hypnotized By Naked Pecan Tree Limbs.

Someone named Anonymous objected to my Comanche sympathies, saying....

Village Creek Trail

In response I tell anyone here in Texas that has complaints, the means that brought you in will take you out- whether highway, train, or plane. My family has been here since 1832, and Texans whose families have been here for generations feel that they are Texans first, then Americans. We love our state and feel a loyalty to it that seems to be hard for outsiders to understand.

Anonymous is expressing a very unique sentiment I don't know that I've heard before.

Then someone named Dashiell777 said....

I am related to Silas Bates, the Brave Father that fought the Comanches an Titos when they came to Fort Parker under a flag of truce while the men were working in the fields. Study history deeper than face value, It's not black an white.

Following the above two comments were the two pro-Comanche comments that showed up on New Year's Day...

Since the early 1800s?? That's funny to feel that it's your land?? It never was! It belonged to the Redman, that had been there long before your family settled.

And...

Your right it's not black and white, however, the Comanche was also forced off their land by invading white folk like your kin.

Changing the subject from Anonymous comments back to Village Creek.

Today I saw something in a tree at the northern edge of the Village Creek Blue Bayou that I'd not seen at this location before.

A big bird of the hawk or owl variety.

The big bird turned its back on me when I aimed my camera at it.

Miss GG has been taking really good bird photos from her perch high above the Trinity River in downtown Fort Worth. I don't think my photographic skills or camera quality are anywhere near the Miss GG level.

Blog Post #5,000 With Snow In The Forecast For North Texas

I was shocked, shocked I tell you, seconds ago, when I saw that this blog post I am currently typing is blog post #5,000.

Five thousand.

That is a lot of weather reports.

A weather report being the subject of blog post #5,000, seems like the right thing to do.

As you can see, the National Weather Service has issued a Alert.....

SPECIAL WEATHER STATEMENT
Now - Thursday, Jan 3, 3:00pm

...WINTER WEATHER OUTLOOK FOR LATE TONIGHT THROUGH FRIDAY MORNING...
A STORM SYSTEM WILL ORGANIZE ACROSS NEW MEXICO AND WEST TEXAS LATER TODAY INTO TONIGHT...BEFORE LIFTING NORTHEAST ACROSS OKLAHOMA AND KANSAS DURING THE DAY ON FRIDAY. MEANWHILE...A COLD POLAR AIRMASS WILL REMAIN IN PLACE ACROSS NORTH TEXAS AS THE STORM SYSTEMS LIFTS NORTHEAST. CURRENT ATMOSPHERIC PROFILES INDICATE LOW LEVELS OF THE ATMOSPHERE WILL BE DRY AND COLD INITIALLY WITH TIME NEEDED TO SATURATED THE ATMOSPHERIC COLUMN FOR WINTER PRECIPITATION TO OCCUR. SATURATION OF THE COLUMN IS EXPECTED TO ENHANCE OVERNIGHT TONIGHT AS THE SYSTEM AND LIFT APPROACHES THE AREA FROM THE WEST. LIGHT SNOW DEVELOPING ACROSS WEST-CENTRAL TEXAS WILL SPREAD INTO FAR WESTERN PARTS OF NORTH TEXAS AFTER MIDNIGHT. VERY LIGHT SNOW OR SLEET...OR EVEN FLURRIES MAY OCCUR AS FAR EAST AS INTERSTATE 35 BY SUNRISE FRIDAY MORNING...THOUGH THE LOWER LEVELS OF THE ATMOSPHERE ARE EXPECTED TO REMAIN DRIER THE FURTHER EAST YOU GO ACROSS NORTH TEXAS.

MANY UNCERTAINTIES EXIST AMONGST FORECAST MODELS REGARDING STORM TRACK...LOW LEVEL MOISTURE AVAILABILITY...AND WHERE THE BEST LIGHT SLEET OR SNOW ACCUMULATIONS WILL OCCUR EARLY FRIDAY MORNING. THERE WILL BE A VERY TIGHT GRADIENT BETWEEN LOCATIONS THAT RECEIVE LOWER AMOUNTS AND THOSE THAT RECEIVE A DUSTING OR EVEN JUST A FEW FLURRIES OR PELLETS OF SLEET. AREAS WITH TERRAIN ACROSS WESTERN NORTH TEXAS COULD BECOME IMPACTED AND ICY BY SUNRISE FRIDAY WITH ANY LIGHT ACCUMULATIONS OF SNOW OR SLEET.

BOTTOM LINE...THE BEST CHANCES FOR LIGHT ACCUMULATIONS OF SLEET OR SNOW WILL BE SOUTHWEST OF A BRECKENRIDGE TO TEMPLE LINE ON FRIDAY MORNING...WITH JUST A DUSTING TO A FEW FLURRIES POSSIBLE FURTHER TO THE NORTH AND EAST. TEMPERATURES ARE EXPECTED TO WARM INTO THE 40S FRIDAY AFTERNOON WITH PRECIPITATION EITHER MIXING OR CHANGING OVER TO ALL RAIN. PLEASE CONTINUE TO MONITOR THE LATEST FORECAST UPDATES THROUGH TONIGHT REGARDING THE POTENTIAL FOR WINTER WEATHER... ESPECIALLY ACROSS WESTERN SECTIONS OF NORTH TEXAS.

Day One Of My New Year's Resolution To Eat Better Exercise More And Cease Being Obese

My primary New Year's Resolution for 2013 is to try and make myself get more exercise, and thus be less of the sloth I was in 2012.

Towards that sloth-less end, today I drove to Oakland Lake Park to walk around Fosdick Lake for the first time in what seems like has been a long time.

The last time I saw Oakland Lake Park the trees still had leaves. Today the trees were totally leaf free.

The temperature was only 2 degrees above freezing when I got myself some much needed salubrious endorphin inducing aerobic stimulation.

Earlier today I drove up to Hurst, for a couple of reasons, one of which was to go to ALDI. Each week the drive through the 820/121 construction zone seems to be more of an adventure than the week before.

Also, earlier today, I learned from Betty Jo Bouvier that the Burlington Belles, including herself, Honey Lulu, Carlotta Camano, Babs Bullock and others are meeting up for lunch tomorrow at an undisclosed location.

I think it is really really rude to mention a lunch party without inviting the person one is mentioning it to. I am almost 100% certain I may have attended this lunch, had I been invited and had I managed to somehow get myself up to Washington by lunchtime tomorrow.

Well, speaking of lunch, I just heard the rice cooker indicate it is done cooking the Jasmine Brown Rice that I am going to smother in a Sweet and Sour Vegetable Ginger Sesame Chicken Peanut concoction.

It is my secondary New Year's Resolution to eat more nutritiously. I am hoping that with better nutrition and more exercise, by the time 2013 ends I will no longer be obese and out of shape. It's a worthy goal.

Hunting For Orgeat Almond Syrup So I Can Make The Durango

I just never know what wonders I am about to behold whenever I log into the wonderment that calls itself Facebook.

This morning, one of the Facebook wonders to behold, came courtesy of Miss Connie, who informed me that an adult libation has been named after me.

The Durango.

The directions that instruct one on how to build oneself The Durango are to be found at a website called Mix That Drink.

Apparently, The Durango is a great adult libation to libate oneself with in the morning. I can not imagine myself having such a concoction in the morning, even with the promise that it gets one going when one needs an extra kick. That's what an extra cup of coffee is for.

The recipe to make yourself The Durango is as follows....

2 ounces Tequila
2 ounces Grapefruit Juice
1/2 ounce Orgeat Almond Syrup or Amaretto
1 teaspoon water
Fill a cocktail shaker halfway with ice cubes. Pour in your ingredients and shake well. Strain the mixture into an old-fashioned glass.

The most old-fashioned glass that I have in my possession is a Mason jar. Does that work?

I Wish I Could Be A Manly Man Whilst Unleashing A Wild Woman Today On The Tandy Hills

Moments ago I opened an urgent email urgently informing me that the 4th Annual Tandy Hills Manly Men Wild Women is scheduled to begin in just a few minutes.

The info in the email....

The rain has ended. 
The hike is on. 
A new year.
A new you.
10 a.m. sharp. Don't be late.
The trails will be muddy in places so bring an extra pair of shoes to wear after the hike.
Details at website.

Get your manly on! 
Unleash your wild woman! 
Don't wimp out!

I am still not totally recovered from being ill with a cold, so I really don't have any option other than to wimp out of doing some chilly, wet hill hiking. That and during last night's New Year's Eve I did way too much getting my manly on whilst unleashing a wild woman.  Or two. Along with pizza. And an adult libation, or two, mixed with medications of various types.

I think last night's revelry did me a world of good. I'm starting this new year of 2013 feeling the best I've felt in weeks.

Talking To Tootsie Tonasket On The Last Day Of 2012 In Chilly Drippy Texas

The last day of 2012, New Year's Eve Day, is being a drizzly, chilly dripper at my location in North Texas.

In the picture you are looking through my windshield, heading east on John T. White Road, on my way to Walmart to get my New Year's Eve Party supplies.

I'd not talked to Tootsie Tonasket in quite some time. Tootsie called me on Christmas and left a voice mail. I called Tootsie back and got voice mail. But, today I called again and Tootsie Tonasket answered.

The past several months I've gotten multiple messages from Tootsie's Facebook Friends worried about her disappearance from Facebook. Tootsie has been involved in a Civil War with her ex-husband, with Facebook being one of the battleground casualties.

Changing the subject from Tootsie Tonasket to something else.

Yesterday I blogged about a Mystery Photo. By day's end, yesterday, some of the mystery was no longer mysterious.

My mom called late in the afternoon. I mentioned that I'd found a photo from 1997, with the whole family in the picture, but I can't figure out where it was taken. Without missing a beat my mom says "Is that the picture without Jeremy in it?"

"Yes" said I.

That picture was taken at Jackie's house, my mom then told me. But, my mom did not remember what the occasion was. Or who took the picture. Or why Jeremy was not in it.

Then I got email from Spencer Jack's dad, also confirming that the photo was taken at sister Jackie's house, but also not remembering the reason we were all there, or who took the picture. Spencer Jack's dad and I exchanged a couple emails and then he called. Talking did not get us any closer to remembering any more details about the Mystery Photo.

Then I heard from Blue & Max, Tacoma's Adventure Poodles, relaying a message from my little sister, also confirming this picture was taken at sister Jackie's, but also not remembering why we were all there. But adding the speculation that the reason Jeremy was not in the picture was because he was being a bit of a pill.

I don't know if "bit of a pill" is universal slang or a Northwest idiom. It means being a bit of a brat.

I don't know how long my New Year's Eve Partying is going to last. I don't remember the last time I made it til midnight. I know for sure I am not going to Dallas, to Victory Park, where, supposedly, the biggest New Year's Eve Party in the middle part of the country is going to take place tonight.

Perplexed By A Photo From The Last Century While Getting Lost In My Closet

I  was rummaging through my closet today, trying to find thermal underwear, to no avail, when I came across the photo you see on the left.

The back of the photo indicates it was taken in September of 1997, a little over a year before my exile in Texas began.

From the left, back row, we have my brother, me, Spencer Jack's dad, my mom, my dad, big sister, middle sister and my favorite brother-in law.

From the left, front row, nephew CJ, Spencer Jack's uncle Joey, my little sister and my ex-wife, Spencer Jack's namesake.

Where was this picture taken? Beside it obviously being in Washington, obvious due to the big evergreen trees, whose house is this? I'm very perplexed.

And where is CJ's brother, my nephew JR?

When this picture was taken I believe my relatives were all getting along with each other, relatively well. Over the course of the 15 years since this picture was taken a lot of relative dysfunction has set in. Near as I can tell, the prime dysfunction instigator is my aforementioned big sister, who only recently added me to the list of those to whom she does not speak. Or "Friend" on Facebook.

My brother was between wives when this picture was taken. A short while after I moved to Texas my brother married a nice new wife. Since then my brother and his nice new wife moved to Scottsdale, Arizona. Also in Arizona are my middle sister, my favorite brother-in-law and nephews CJ and JR. My mom and dad also moved to Arizona, first to Yuma, then to the Phoenix suburb of Sun Lakes, near the Phoenix suburb of Chandler, where my middle sister and favorite brother-in-law live.

My only close relatives who remain in Washington are my little sister, my dysfunctional big sister and my nephews and niece, half of whom I have not yet met, that being nephews David and Theo and niece, Ruby.

In addition to wondering whose house we are at in this picture, who took the picture? Why were we all together in one place in September of 1997. That usually happened only on holidays or funerals. And never in September, that I can recall.

As for trying to find my missing thermal underwear. I give up.

I did not have a walk in closet til I moved to Texas. Closets in Texas are just one more example of how everything is bigger here. My first walk in Texas closet was long and narrow. My current walk in Texas closet is long and wide. There are two large chests of drawers in there, 3 filing cabinets, two rows of rods to hang hangers on,  plus a lot of shelves. I could turn this walk in closet into another bedroom if I needed one. No wonder I lose stuff in there.

No Soft Toss At Gateway Park While Regretting Not Getting Parking Lot Tamales At Town Talk

On this final Saturday of 2012 I stopped in at Gateway Park on my way to Town Talk. I thought I might be able to endure the almost freezing temperature long enough to have myself some salubrious outdoor air exposure.

However, two long-sleeved layers on top did not provide a sufficient buffer from the cold. I walked around two of the Gateway Park ballfields and then returned to the shelter of my vehicle.

Can anyone explain to me what the "NO SOFT TOSS" signs mean that are attached to the Gateway Park ballpark fences at regular intervals?

I forgot to mention, on my way to Gateway Park, driving west on Randol Mill Road, east of the entry to Quanah Park Park, I saw what appeared to be Mr. Hometown by Handlebar, pedaling east.

I think I need to go hunting in my closet for my thermal long underwear so that I might be able to go biking in these icy winter conditions.

Today at Town Talk I was left feeling very Ebeneezer Scrooge-ish.

Pretty much every Saturday I get approached in the Town Talk parking lot and asked if I would like to buy some tamales. 5 for $5. I think that is the price quoted. I always politely say "no thank you."

Buying tamales at a parking lot seems like a bad idea to me.

So, today this little guy, speaking very heavily accented English, asked me if I'd like to buy some tamales. I think he said something like "5 for $5, 12 for $10, beef or chicken," but I'm not sure.

The little guy was smiling cute as he talked to me.

I said my usual "No thank you" and then asked "Do you make the tamales?"

"No, senor, my mama makes the tamales."

I asked, "Are they real good?"

"Si, senor, very good tamales."

As this dialogue was taking place the little guy was helping me load my Town Talk stuff from the cart to my vehicle. All the while smiling.

Then he said "Goodbye senor, I'll take your cart for you," or words to that effect.

I then watched as the little guy, shorter than the cart, wheeled it back into Town Talk.

Then I started feeling like a jerk, feeling bad, as in why didn't I give the kid a couple bucks? Or buy 5 bucks worth of tamales. The tamales can't be bad, what with them being sold at this location every Saturday, year round.

So, next Saturday, I will be buying myself some Town Talk parking lot tamales, if that little guy is back hawking them.