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The Boring Stuff

Chapter One Stuff About Me

Chapter Two Mountain Men and Llamas

Chapter Three Introducing El Blanco

Chapter Four Off To Hollywood

Chapter Five It's Beginning to Look A lot like Christmas

Chapter Six The Day
Before November 16th
Chapter Seven My Neighbor


Chapter Seven My Neighbor

Chapter Eight More of Him

Chapter Nine The Grand Finale

Chapter Ten El Blanco Grande Rules

Fire From Hell

Butt Ugly Houses







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Chapter 7
But ya gotta read it, because it sets the stage for all the escapades! But you should start with Chapter 1 if you came here first.
Chapter Seven The Great Quake of 94
You know, I have been raging about my neighbor for many many years now and it has come to my attention that you know nothing about him! How insensitive of me................. After all when you have a neighbor like mine, he should be shared with the whole wide world. It is terribly selfish of me to keep him all to myself. I do apologize.

Soooooooooooooo..........Once upon a time, life was peaceful and serene......and then..........and then............ it happened................

on January 17th, 1994 in a far away galaxy in the year of "the quake"...... in Northridge, CA. That baby was the scariest thing I have ever been through. It was 4:30am and a humongous roaring hissing rumbling screeching train noise permeated the air. (Didn't think I knew a big word like that, did ya?) The whole house rose up off the ground in a moaning sound befit of the devil! (Gawd, am I getting melodramatic or what!) The house pitched and heaved and groaned while you could hear glass and furniture, crashing and breaking everywhere. Things that you knew didn't have wings, like TV sets, were flying across rooms like ping pong balls. Walls were moving up and down that were supposed to be anchored to the earth. The force was so great that if you tried to get up to run, you were thrown back down to the floor. Definitely more scary than an "E" ride at Disneyland....for those who remember or know what an "E" ride is.

I thought for sure we were all going to die. Having a Spanish tile roof fall on me and crush me was not exactly a pleasant thought. Ice cream is a pleasant thought. It stopped but it felt like 10,000 life times had gone by. I called for my daughter, who's room was on the opposite end of the house. She was already outside. How she got there, I will never know. Her furniture was laying on the floor blocking the exit to her room. She either jumped over it or it fell afterwards. She doesn't remember.

The DH and I ran down stairs and out the front of the house. It was freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezing out side!!!! All I had on was a big ol' T-shirt. The ground was shaking every couple of minutes like Santa's tummy. Heaving and moaning time after time. All I could think of was how cold out it was and how much I had to pee. I think that is where the pee thing started!
The DH grabbed a flashlight out of the garage and went back into the house. He is very brave. He grabbed some shoes, coats and blankets and came back out. Everyone in the neighborhood was outside............except my neighbor. Everyone was checking on everyone else to see if they needed help of any kind.....except my neighbor. Needless to say everyone was really really really scared................more scared than your worst night mare...............more scared than finding out you barfed wine on a white carpet at your friend's house, and they knew you did it.................oh that's another story!
It was too too scary to go back in, so we sat huddled in the car listening to the radio to find out what had happened. There was nothing but total chaos every where. There were fires and gas line explosions and shaking all around us. There were land slides on the mountain next to us and huge water tanks that store our water, were bursting and washing houses off their foundations. We even saw earthquake lightening, where the energy travels through the fault line and comes erupting out of the ground. See I told you it was really scary! Anyway, a few hours went by and the sun came up but it seemed like forever. Just at this moment, our neighbor comes out of his house with his family, jumps in his car and takes off..... Not to be seen again for days...too bad it wasn't forever.

Now the damage can be seen. My car had been parked in the garage. A huge shelf full of spray paints had fallen and the cans had hit the cement, sending sprays of different colors in all directions. The whole left side of the car had a rainbow of paint covering it in every direction possible. It looked like Jackson Pollock had used it as a canvas. There were dings, dents, and scratches everywhere. A big giant major mess!

The house itself is a two story that is cantilevered. It rose up off the 2 pillars in the front and came back down to land in a different spot. It twisted the whole house. There were huge cracks everywhere!!!!!! The floor had buckled in numerous places, the linoleum was twisted in a diagonal pattern, tiles were cracked, furniture toppled, items in cabinets were all over the floors and broken, and closets emptied. The fireplace had split away from the side of the house and was sitting at a jaunty angle. The very back yard wall had fallen down. The Jacuzzi was broken in various places. Our cars were jumping around like they were weightless. It was one giant big mess..............sort of like it is now, I guess...... but with cracks!

We lived in the Van from Hell for a week because we had no electricity, no water, and it was still shaking a lot and just too darn scary to go back inside. You could tell who was rich in the neighborhood. The really rich people brought in their mobile homes to live in. The semi rich set up tents in their yards. The down trodden, like us, lived in the Van from Hell........who already had a reputation, but now was definitely on it's way to unimaginable stardom.
Sooooooooooooooo, the scariest thing about an earthquake is that you don't know when one is going to happen. The second scariest thing is, it's like having eaten something really disgusting, maybe like raw cockroaches or something, and then having it repeat itself on you overrrrrrrrrr and overrrrrrrrrrrrr and overrrrrrrrrrrrr. The aftershocks can last for years, and believe me they did. And the third scariest thing is listening to me screammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

Okayyyyy, now.............aren't you glad you don't live here???? But hey, I say, it's no worse than having your house chewed up and spit out in the size of little tooth picks and then blown over a 5 square mile area.

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But ya gotta read it, because it sets the stage for all the escapades! But you should start with Chapter 1 if you came here first.
Chapter Seven The Great Quake of 94
You know, I have been raging about my neighbor for many many years now and it has come to my attention that you know nothing about him! How insensitive of me................. After all when you have a neighbor like mine, he should be shared with the whole wide world. It is terribly selfish of me to keep him all to myself. I do apologize.

Soooooooooooooo..........Once upon a time, life was peaceful and serene......and then..........and then............ it happened................

on January 17th, 1994 in a far away galaxy in the year of "the quake"...... in Northridge, CA. That baby was the scariest thing I have ever been through. It was 4:30am and a humongous roaring hissing rumbling screeching train noise permeated the air. (Didn't think I knew a big word like that, did ya?) The whole house rose up off the ground in a moaning sound befit of the devil! (Gawd, am I getting melodramatic or what!) The house pitched and heaved and groaned while you could hear glass and furniture, crashing and breaking everywhere. Things that you knew didn't have wings, like TV sets, were flying across rooms like ping pong balls. Walls were moving up and down that were supposed to be anchored to the earth. The force was so great that if you tried to get up to run, you were thrown back down to the floor. Definitely more scary than an "E" ride at Disneyland....for those who remember or know what an "E" ride is.

I thought for sure we were all going to die. Having a Spanish tile roof fall on me and crush me was not exactly a pleasant thought. Ice cream is a pleasant thought. It stopped but it felt like 10,000 life times had gone by. I called for my daughter, who's room was on the opposite end of the house. She was already outside. How she got there, I will never know. Her furniture was laying on the floor blocking the exit to her room. She either jumped over it or it fell afterwards. She doesn't remember.

The DH and I ran down stairs and out the front of the house. It was freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezing out side!!!! All I had on was a big ol' T-shirt. The ground was shaking every couple of minutes like Santa's tummy. Heaving and moaning time after time. All I could think of was how cold out it was and how much I had to pee. I think that is where the pee thing started!
The DH grabbed a flashlight out of the garage and went back into the house. He is very brave. He grabbed some shoes, coats and blankets and came back out. Everyone in the neighborhood was outside............except my neighbor. Everyone was checking on everyone else to see if they needed help of any kind.....except my neighbor. Needless to say everyone was really really really scared................more scared than your worst night mare...............more scared than finding out you barfed wine on a white carpet at your friend's house, and they knew you did it.................oh that's another story!

It was too too scary to go back in, so we sat huddled in the car listening to the radio to find out what had happened. There was nothing but total chaos every where. There were fires and gas line explosions and shaking all around us. There were land slides on the mountain next to us and huge water tanks that store our water, were bursting and washing houses off their foundations. We even saw earthquake lightening, where the energy travels through the fault line and comes erupting out of the ground. See I told you it was really scary! Anyway, a few hours went by and the sun came up but it seemed like forever. Just at this moment, our neighbor comes out of his house with his family, jumps in his car and takes off..... Not to be seen again for days...too bad it wasn't forever.

Now the damage can be seen. My car had been parked in the garage. A huge shelf full of spray paints had fallen and the cans had hit the cement, sending sprays of different colors in all directions. The whole left side of the car had a rainbow of paint covering it in every direction possible. It looked like Jackson Pollock had used it as a canvas. There were dings, dents, and scratches everywhere. A big giant major mess!

The house itself is a two story that is cantilevered. It rose up off the 2 pillars in the front and came back down to land in a different spot. It twisted the whole house. There were huge cracks everywhere!!!!!! The floor had buckled in numerous places, the linoleum was twisted in a diagonal pattern, tiles were cracked, furniture toppled, items in cabinets were all over the floors and broken, and closets emptied. The fireplace had split away from the side of the house and was sitting at a jaunty angle. The very back yard wall had fallen down. The Jacuzzi was broken in various places. Our cars were jumping around like they were weightless. It was one giant big mess..............sort of like it is now, I guess...... but with cracks!

We lived in the Van from Hell for a week because we had no electricity, no water, and it was still shaking a lot and just too darn scary to go back inside. You could tell who was rich in the neighborhood. The really rich people brought in their mobile homes to live in. The semi rich set up tents in their yards. The down trodden, like us, lived in the Van from Hell........who already had a reputation, but now was definitely on it's way to unimaginable stardom.
Sooooooooooooooo, the scariest thing about an earthquake is that you don't know when one is going to happen. The second scariest thing is, it's like having eaten something really disgusting, maybe like raw cockroaches or something, and then having it repeat itself on you overrrrrrrrrr and overrrrrrrrrrrrr and overrrrrrrrrrrrr. The aftershocks can last for years, and believe me they did. And the third scariest thing is listening to me screammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

Okayyyyy, now.............aren't you glad you don't live here???? But hey, I say, it's no worse than having your house chewed up and spit out in the size of little tooth picks and then blown over a 5 square mile area.