Olive The Prairie Dog Official Mascot Of The Tandy Hills Is In Wikipedia

This morning I Googled "Tandy Hills Natural Area" to learn that there is now a Wikipedia Tandy Hills Natural Area article.

I Googled "Tandy Hills Natural Area" because I was curious to see how the Tandy Hills was currently being indexed on Google.

A couple years ago Don Young emailed me asking if I could tell him why my Tandy Hills webpage, and various bloggings about the Tandy Hills, showed up in searches before the official Tandy Hills website.

I explained that my Tandy Hills webpage was likely getting ranked high by Google because I was linking to it every time I blogged about the Tandy Hills. I said I'd stopped doing that and that would likely fix the "problem".

So, I was pleased to see that the official Friends of Tandy Hills Natural Area website now Googles #1. My Eyes on Texas Tandy Hills webpage is not only no longer #1, it doesn't not even show up on the first page of results!

The Wikipedia article about the Tandy Hills Natural Area is illustrated by a photo of Olive the Prairie Dog (Official Tandy Hills Mascot) playing in a field of wildflowers.

Below are the three paragraphs making up the Wikipedia article about the Tandy Hills Natural Area....

Tandy Hills Natural Area is a 160-acre (0.65 km2) indigenous remnant prairie located in Fort Worth, Texas. The land was obtained by the City of Fort Worth in 1960 and designated a natural area in 1987. The park is currently managed by the Fort Worth Nature Center and Refuge.

Noted for its unusually complete collection of prairie flora, THNA contains more than 500 native plant species. The show of spring wildflowers is unsurpassed in the D/FW Metroplex. The land is a living demonstration of how most of Fort Worth appeared in predevelopment times.

THNA is adjacent to I-30 and less than 5 minutes from downtown Fort Worth, Texas. The fact that it has never been developed and survived into the 21st century in relatively pristine condition is extremely remarkable.

The Continuing Trouble With Fubbo The Hut: Chapter 24

Today brought me more convoluted creepy weirdness from Fubbo the Hut, including 2 emails.

Apparently, Fubbo the Hut loves getting Bitch Slapped.

Individuals with Histrionic Personality Disorder crave attention. No matter how that attention is attained.

Fubbo had been told that if she does not stop emailing me, commenting on my blog, on other blogs about me, or lying about me, she'd get Bitch Slapped, yet again.

On Saturday I blogged The Continuing Trouble With Fubbo The Hut in which I pointed out that Fubbo was lying, again, in claiming I had subscribed to her Flea Market Newsletter.

Clearly these are very serious issues, which clearly is why I am wasting time on this.

The Continuing Trouble With Fubbo The Hut blogging generated 9 comments, 1 of which was from Fubbo, to which I counter-commented...

fubbo/lulu said...
You will be happy to know that I personally went and removed you from the list. You seemed to have opened every one of the newsletter's we sent you. Nice you like to keep such a good eye on me. But really, you can move on now.

Durango said...
Fubbo/Lulu, it was you who added me to your list, so it is a rare instance of you doing the right thing, for you to remove me from this list. Yet you could not stop yourself from lying, yet again, claiming you somehow can tell I opened every one of these newsletters. Methinks it is you who spends too much energy keeping an eye on me, via stalking my blog. So, me additionally thinks it would really behoove you to take your own advice and move on. Preferably to another planet.

Well, the above exchange drove Fubbo's Histrionic Personality Disorder up a notch. This caused Fubbo to make screencaps that she thought proved I'd been opening her Flea Market Newsletters to which I had not subscribed. What Fubbo apparently failed to notice was that her screencaps did prove that I had not subscribed to Fubbo's Flea Market Newsletter, that it was, as I said it was, that Fubbo had put me on this list.

I then replied to Fubbo's Screencap "proof" email with the following...

I am sure you believe that somehow something is able to track whether an email is opened because this "service" you are using is leading you to believe this is the case. 

Additionally I have not claimed I have never opened one of your spam emails. I have done so more than once anticipating some amusing bit of cray/cray. I am usually disappointed by the lack of cray/cray but appalled by grammar and syntax faux pas.

The best part of this data, that you just sent, was the part that said, Subscribed: Dec. 11, 2011 03:35 pm from N/A (You added this member).

Seems like only yesterday you were trying to claim I had subscribed to your Flea Market Newsletter. I'll help you out with your next lie. Just claim I magically hacked into your computer and nefariously added myself to your subscriber list, nasty dastardly bastard that be me. To make it even a better lie, add that you've consulted with the FBI about this crime and they are coming to investigate.

Anyway, thank you for the additional Fubbo Fodder. I'll try and find the energy to use it, but, lunch comes first.

Fubbo then replied to the above email, with her 2nd forbidden email of the day. In this email Fubbo pretty much ignores her previous lies which claimed I'd subscribed to her Flea Market Newsletter saying....

I don't think you are smart enough to crack into my computer, Gooff writes the newsletters so I will be sure to pass your well respected insights on to him. And I did add you because you were on my e-mail contact list, your sister alerted me to this fact, and when I went to look at how many of the e-mails she had opened she had not opened a one.

The most amusing part of what Fubbo had to say, above, is that she now thinks I am not smart enough to crack into her computer. When just a couple years ago, in one of her creepiest Facebook rantings, which came about because she'd been humiliated when caught lying about me on another blog, for which multiple people gave Fubbo a good Bitch Slapping, with Fubbo then making up a lie about me doing the same type thing, telling that lie on Facebook.

My FBI reference above refers to the above paragraph's referenced Fubbo Facebook incident. In that incident of idiocy, all these morons were chiming in with sympathy for the dirty deeds Fubbo was being dealt by nefarious me, when Fubbo told one of the morons that their advice worked, that the FBI was coming to talk to her and check out her computer, which apparently I had remotely hacked. Or cracked.

But, in the past couple years I guess I have become less smart regarding doing computer cracking or hacking, according to the Gospel According to Fubbo the Hut.

Walking My Fort Worth Neighborhood Green Belt To Escape Wind Chime Noise Pollution

Today I had some books due, so I trekked them to the library via my neighborhood green belt that is decorated with tall towers connected by wires.

Today is being the third breezy day in a row at my location on the planet.

When the wind blows I hear wind chimes disturbing the peace and quiet. At times this can be a really loud cacophony to which I have a strong aversion.

In civilized areas of America wind chimes are restricted, with rules, such as one can not make noise with a wind chime unless one is a minimum of 300 feet distant from the next abode.

I believe wind chimes are restricted in all the west coast states.

When I mentioned my wind chime issue to my sister who lives in Chandler, Arizona, her quizzical query was "They allow wind chimes there?"

That wind chimes are allowed to make noise, unfettered, here in Texas, is perplexing, when most of the civilized word considers wind chimes to be annoying sound pollution.

Speaking of annoying pollution.

I think I've mentioned my Trouble with Fubbo the Hut. Apparently Fubbo likes getting Bitch Slapped, because she keeps emailing me. Two more emails today, with the first one being amusing, with Fubbo apparently not realizing she'd sent me documentation that documents one of her recent lies. The second email tried to use another lie to explain away the first lie.

I would think one would opt out of lying if one figured out they really were not very good at that particular art form.

I may blog about Fubbo the Hut's latest, if I have the energy. I did promise to do a Bitch Slap whenever Fubbo emailed me, made a blog comment or lied about me. I do like to keep my promises, but I fear that Fubbo the Hut experiences this as getting much craved attention, which is a tendency in those with Histrionic Personality Disorder.

If Death Threats Did Not Scare Me I'd Go Again To The Scarborough Faire Renaissance Festival

Last weekend, in Waxahachie, the 2013 iteration of the Scarborough Faire Renaissance Festival started up.

Looking at the official website I see "Faire" has been dropped from the name.

I don't know why "Faire" would be dropped from the festival's name. My one and only visit, back in 2002, Scarborough seemed to be both a fair and a festival.

I enjoyed my visit to this Texas oddity. I made a webpage on my Eyes on Texas website chronicling my take on what I experienced at Scarborough Faire.

When I made that webpage I thought it to be a rather positive description of what I'd experienced.

However, my description of what I'd experienced unleashed the biggest firestorm of angry commenting I'd ever unleashed. The firestorm spilled over into a Yahoo forum and other locations I'm not remembering, over a decade later.

There were so many comments I quit putting them on the original page and made a separate page for all the "Feedback" calling that page Scarbo Feedback.

Calling that page Scarbo Feedback caused even more angry feedback, accusing me of being disrespectful with my use of the word "Scarbo" when "Scarby" is the only official accepted nickname for Scarborough.

I had never experienced so much ado over so little ever before. The likes of which I did not again experience til years later when dealing with Fubbo the Hut's irrational idiotic tantrum spewing of too much ado over nothing.

I enjoyed my one and only visit to Scarborough Renaissance Festival. I probably would have made a return visit, but I found the death threats to be a bit intimidating.

This year's Scarborough Renaissance Festival runs every Saturday and Sunday from now until Memorial Day Weekend.

To enter Scarbo, I mean, Scarby, Age 13 and older is considered to be an Adult, with it costing $24 for an Adult admission. Even though Scarby considers a 13 year old to be an Adult, I am fairly certain 13 year olds are not allowed to consume Scarby adult beverages. Age 12 and under is considered to be a Child, with a $10 entry fee.

Looking At The Village Creek Wildflower Area Thinking About Going To Earth Day In Dallas

A lot of people were with me today having a natural, historical walk in Arlington with the Indian Ghosts who haunt the Village Creek Natural Historical Area.

The burst we got, a few days ago, of energizing H2O, via a sky delivery, seems to have jump started the Texas Wildflowers which have been dormant for too long.

As you can see, the designated Village Creek Natural Historical Area's Wildflower Area is showing a little color among the carpet of green foliage.

Speaking of green. This morning I was asked if I wanted to go Fair Park in Dallas on Saturday, April 20, for some sort of Earth Day event. I am awaiting further details before agreeing to go. The plan would be to take the Trinity Railway Express to Dallas, then the DART train to Fair Park.

Sounds like an adventure to me.

Everyone knows I am adventure averse.

Speaking of adventure, this morning I had myself a real fine time swimming in the cool pool. The outer world at my location was heated to some temperature in the 60s by the time the sun arrived to amp up the heating to its current 67 degrees.

Currently clouds are between me and the sun. I had planned on an afternoon swim and doing some poolside lounging to work on my tan in preparation for swimming with the South Padre Island dolphins.

Maybe by the time lunch is done the sun will make an appearance....

The Continuing Trouble With Fubbo The Hut

Yesterday I blogged about my inability to be rid of the entity known as Fubbo the Hut.

Fubbo the Hut has claimed multiple times she does not read my blog, due to Fubbo's claim that what she reads leaves her feeling humiliated and disparaged. There are never ever actual factual details provided as to what is humiliating or disparaging, because such actual factual details do not exist.

Like I said yesterday, one can glean the entire Trouble with Fubbo via reading the post titled I Need A Heavy Duty Lifting Device To Get Fubbo The Hut Off My Blog.

When Fubbo the Hut acts up, my way of dealing with it has been a well administered, well deserved Bitch Slap.

As recently as yesterday Fubbo the Hut was told, "if Fubbo does not want me giving her well deserved Bitch Slaps all she has to do is quit emailing me, quit commenting on my blog, quit commenting about me on other blogs and quit lying about me."

Within minutes of me blogging yesterday about not being able to be rid of Fubbo, Fubbo showed up on my blog stats, reading my blog, which she claims she never reads, due to that humiliating, disparaging thing.

So, what does Fubbo the Hut do after she reads the blog post telling her how to avoid getting Bitch Slapped? She makes the following blog comment....

lulu has left a new comment on your post "Apparently Without Incarceration It Is Impossible To Make Fubbo The Hut Go Away": 

unsubscribe, you had to subscribe to get the newsletter. unsubscribe, easy as that. 

In the above comment Fubbo the Hut is calling herself Lulu, which is the name she goes by on the Internet. I nicknamed Fubbo the Hut, Lulu, way back in the last century, way before Fubbo the Hut seemed a more appropriate nickname.

Repeating the graphic from the top, a screen cap from the email Fubbo the Hut sent me. Please note that the email is sent to "dean." I go by the nickname of "Durango" on the Internet, not the name my mom and dad gave me. I also am never so lazy as not to hit the shift key when a letter needs to be capitalized. Note that in her blog comment Fubbo the Hut, aka, Lulu, is too lazy to do any shift key capitalizing.

Fubbo claims that I subscribed to her flea market newsletter. How likely does that seem? Subscribed as "dean". Even more unlikely.

So, what we actually have here are 3 Fubbo the Hut behaviors she has been told to cease if she wants not to get Bitch Slapped.

First off, it is obvious that Fubbo/Lulu subscribed "dean" to her flea market newsletter, for who knows what neurotic reason.

Second off, Fubbo/Lulu made yet one more comment on my blog.

Third off, in that comment, Fubbo/Lulu once again lied about me.

I tell you, several years ago I wasted way too much time trying to figure out what was wrong with Fubbo the Hut and what made her this way. If I remember right it was via reading the court ordered psychiatric exam I learned Fubbo was a sociopath. I figured out on my own she had Histrionic Narcissistic Disorder, likely exacerbated by Only Child Syndrome. Mix in a psychotropic drug addiction and some other mental mishaps and the whole shebang is just easier to sum up by simply realizing Fubbo the Hut is pretty much a high functioning insane person.

Please note that the above paragraph is the promised Bitch Slap delivered because of Fubbo the Hut engaging in those 3 behaviors she'd been advised to cease.

Today I Saw A Wildflower Blooming On The Tandy Hills & Red Peppers At Town Talk

Today was the first time I've been on the Tandy Hills in well over a week. The last time I was on the Tandy Hills nary a wildflower was seen. Today a few wildflowers were seen, like a few instances of the pink wildflower you see in the picture.

On April 27, three Saturdays hence, the 2013 Prairie Fest takes place on the Tandy Hills.

Wildflowers had better get busy blooming.

That freakish bout of cold temperatures seems to have gone away. Currently, at mid-afternoon, the outer world at my location is being heated to 73.

The sun provided sufficient water heating heat that my cool pool was un-cool enough this morning for a swim long enough that endorphins were induced, possibly induced more from shivering than aerobic stimulation.

Today on the Tandy Hills I had a rare human encounter. A pair of humans. One male, one female. I came upon them as they descended Mount Tandy. They had entered the hills via the View Street playground and were a bit bum puzzled as to how to get back to start. This was the pair's first time on the Tandy Hills. I gave the hikers directions and reassured them that though, on first Tandy Hills exposure, one can get lost, that eventually one always finds ones way back.

After I had enough hill hiking aerobic stimulation I headed to Town Talk for my regular Saturday treasure hunt. Today, among other things, I got 4 huge red peppers for a buck and 10 avocados for a buck.

Spencer Jack's Arizona Croc Shock

Yesterday I mentioned that I may have seen an alligator in the Village Creek Natural Historical Area's Blue Bayou.

Last night an incoming email from Spencer Jack's girlfriend, Brittney, had a subject line of "Spencer Spots An Arizona Croc" along with photographic evidence of the shock Spencer experienced upon spotting the croc.

Spencer Jack and his traveling companions left the Valley of the Sun, and Arizona, yesterday, to return to Washington, where it is highly unlikely Spencer Jack will be shocked by spotting any alligators in the wild.

However, spotting an Arizona type croc in the wild in Washington, that would be totally possible.

Going To The Tacoma Zoo With Ruby, Theo & David

Tonight I found that Blue & Max, my poodle nephews, blogged about Easter at the Tacoma Zoo with David, Theo & Ruby.

In the picture, sitting outside on a beautiful Pacific Northwest Easter day are my niece Ruby, on the left, nephew Theo in the middle, big brother David on the right.

Ruby, Theo and David have yet to meet the person destined to be their favorite uncle.

That destined to be favorite uncle needs to head north soon to have himself some quality nephew/niece time.

I have actually never ever had any quality niece time. Ruby is my first niece. And what a cute little niece Ruby is!

Apparently Without Incarceration It Is Impossible To Make Fubbo The Hut Go Away

It is time to revisit everyone's favorite subject, that being Fubbo the Hut and the Fubbogate Scandal.

Short recap: In December Fubbo the Hut went into irrational lying mode on Facebook after I'd administered a well deserved Bitch Slap to Fubbo on my blog.

In that Bitch Slap I said I'd been trying to rid myself of the creep known as Fubbo the Hut for 4 years, to no avail and was now simply going to accept the fact that there was no getting rid of this pest.

In Fubbo's Facebook ranting she basically mirrored what I'd said about her, flipping it back at me, with a lot of grammar errors and logic lapses, with Fubbo thinking she was good to go with the lying due to Fubbo erroneously thinking she'd blocked me from reading her Facebook vileness.

The Fubbo the Hut Fubbogate Scandal is neatly summed up, with links to all the relevant blog posts, that so upset Fubbo that, even though it made no sense to do so, Fubbo deleted her blog, claiming this to be her latest attempt to stop me from doing the imaginary things she lies about me doing. This summing up is in a blog post titled, I Need A Heavy Duty Lifting Device To Get Fubbo The Hut Off My Blog.

The I Need A Heavy Duty Lifting Device To Get Fubbo The Hut Off My Blog generated some rather amusing comments. As did many of the other posts on this troubling subject, comments from comment makers who were smart enough to see the truth through Fubbo the Hut's lying nonsense.

Now, the reason I am once again mentioning Fubbo the Hut and her creepy weirdness, is during the course of me reacting, in blog posts, to her irrational, lying nonsense, I repeated, multiple times, words to the effect, that if Fubbo does not want me giving her well deserved Bitch Slaps all she has to do is quit emailing me, quit commenting on my blog, quit commenting about me on other blogs and quit lying about me.

To me this seemed simple enough for Fubbo the Hut to understand, just simply go away and be totally gone and I will have no reason say a word about this disturbingly disturbed person.

Well, Fubbo the Hut continues to email me. The above is a screencap of part of the latest email. I added my latest photo of Fubbo the Hut to the email screencap for illustrative purposes.

Why does Fubbo email me notices about her Flea Market? This makes no sense to me. Understanding the logic processes of a sociopath is difficult.

I usually do not open Fubbo the Hut's emails, but this latest one I did.

Why?

Well, several weeks ago I got an email from someone telling me that Fubbo was claiming, via her Flea Market advertisements, that she was making some sort of charity donation of whatever funds were generated via the admission fee charged to enter her fabulous Flea Market. The emailer asked me if I thought Fubbo would actually follow through, or would somehow "accidentally" keep the money.

Well, what with Fubbo the Hut's history with misappropriating funds, I could understand why the emailer was emailing with this particular question. If I remember right, some of the terms of Fubbo's probation or parole or whatever you call it, were that she was not to be in any business where she handled money. And that she was not to be involved, in any way, with elderly people.

Not to be involved with elderly people, and yet one of Fubbo's the Hut's new best friends is my elderly ex-sister.

Very perplexing....