The Adventure Machine

We started delivering not too long ago to get out a bit. It’s nice to fill a need. People need deliveries for all sorts of reasons. They are ill or have injuries, no transportation, don’t like the traffic, or just don’t feel like being around other people. Maybe they want to treat themselves or have had a few and decide delivery is right for them.

We are treated very well and meet a lot of people. The Adventure Machine will be out and about for another two months in this and surrounding areas.

A nice man with his teenager asked, “Is it possible? This lifestyle?” As his children leave home he wants to travel in a van. It is not only possible, but one can do deliveries as well as remote work. People are doing it all the time, especially in this economy. There are many wonderful travel channels out there.

One thing I like in starting locally is seeing areas you never have seen before. When people complain about lack of green space, there seems to be plenty. I enjoy driving and meeting new people. There is absolutely no shame in working a gig job. Any lawful employment should be respected, from a fast food worker to a grocery clerk to the PGE worker. I remember shoveling manure in stables as a kid. It is up to the individual to find what they enjoy or could live with. It is sometimes just a means to help get you to where you need to be.

Another great thing is seeing restaurants and food trucks that we never knew were there. We can’t wait to start our first review. We will select the restaurant where we feel the workers and owners went above and beyond what others do. They bag properly and it is obvious the staff love their jobs. I already have the first restaurant selected. I have done two deliveries for them and the owner makes me smile, he is so welcoming and appreciative. The delivery has always been a longer distance with more pay. This shows me that they value this eatery.

We love our side gig and feel useful. We do appreciate and thank you for all the tips. Thank you for loving The Adventure Machine and sharing your stories. It totally makes it worthwhile.

One thing someone asked was if we do Birthdays. We do and can stop by. If you give us a head count we could most definitely make up some goody bags. You can reach us by texting (503) 877-0561.

Jessica, 9, Wednesday, and two Bellas 🐓 🐓

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We couldn’t leave soon enough to escape the fireworks that started way early, before the sun went down on the third.

Camping starts like that sometimes. You start loading your vehicle at a pleasurable pace until time passes and you realized you miscalculated. So you start throwing things in haphazardly – knowing that when you get there you can reorganize it all anyways.

As we pulled out, the toddler next door was crying from the fireworks and my pup 9 hid between my seats. It was my fault I didn’t plan our travels far enough in advance and calculate that people are starting earlier.

I feel so blessed in finding an area I always wanted to go to and was assured there would be no fireworks. I also took my two chickens – and during my travel heard of other people traveling with their chickens to avoid the highly dangerous illegal fireworks. My Bellas didn’t act bothered at all and did perfectly fine throughout the trip. It was a great family trip.

We found bliss in the high desert. The night sky was jaw dropping and the landscape magnificent. The local police officer came around and talked about fire safety – as a fire had already started locally even after a ban. I was amazed at the scenery and peacefulness and we can’t wait to go back. The pups LOVED it.

You know you are on the right road when you meet someone like Emma. As I was pulling in, she was coming out of the store. Who doesn’t love a rock hound? In her hand was a Scooby Doo purse.

In these trying times, I always find comfort in that the universe provides. Never give up on your goals and the pursuit of purpose and peace. Our site traffic is way up. I don’t mind sharing the struggles and joys we all may experience. People also ask a lot of great questions.

This last week I have been blessed in meeting total strangers and having that shared bond, whether during my travels, home renovations, or even a jail cell. This is just between us, though.

Never have fear or shame in speaking out. It should be a fundable right to liberty without retaliation. I still believe in the good in the world.

#250

Today a child spit on me. She had to be about 11 maybe. It’s so hard to tell anymore. I was headed to the park to exercise my pups and there were three young kids there. As it was getting dark, I let them know the park was closing and where are their parents? Then what looked like the oldest child spit on me and ran off, following the other kids, laughing.

I feel sorry for the children of today. No interested parents, no good role models, all wanting to be social media popular – with no skills besides spitting on people, trespassing and whipping out phones to record reactions. Not today demons. The parents should be charged with assault, but who knows where they even live. So gross.

They are definitely up and coming Pussy Cat Gang Members.

I do give thanks to the good parents out there. It’s not all the kids or all the parents. But for the ones doing a good/great job it is painful to see what you and your children have to put up with. I can just remove myself. But kids get stuck in school with them.

When my home was broke into, a certain group of guys started meowing. Officer Perez, Eric Becker, Brandon Lau, the fake HOA president’s husband, and from Diana’s yard – could have been her or her husband.

This went on and then I saw a porcelain cat in my backyard, facing my side fence. This porcelain cat had formerly been in my office closet on a shelf. I had got it at an estate sale and as it was grouped with a few other items, I figured I could resale it.

Somebody had cut the head off and carefully glued it back together. So the person had a precision cut tool. It hadn’t been like that before. And it was a definite cut, not a break. I was almost envious of this tool.

The meowing stopped when I told the person meowing last (sounded like Eric Becker in Officer Perez’ yard) that it was like saying you were a “pussy” cat, “Here Pussy, Pussy.”

Somewhere in-between Megan Becker wrote a Craigslist ad that stated that when you are in the front yard, we are in your backyard going inside your home. The Perez’ have had a difficult time adjusting to my garage being open, me getting into and out of my vehicle – or me working in my front or side yard, thus killing a front bush – more about that later. The Craigslist ad pertained to what was going on in my life at the time, so I wrote a silly poem back.

It would have been CRAZY to think this ad was meant for me, even if it seemed relevant to my situation.

Lo’ and behold, Megan Becker Mean Girl read my reply out loud to Eric Becker,, Christina Perez, and Officer Perez. Megan Becker couldn’t stop laughing while reading my poem.. They didn’t care if I heard them as my garage was open and they made sure to be loud about it.

People like this not only want to commit a crime, but get off on knowing that you know and can’t do anything about it because no one believes you and don’t care anyway.

Some neighborhoods may have the Crips or the Bloods or some other notable gang, but here at Avalon Meadows we have The PUSSY Cat Gang.

As far as the spitting girl? I feel sorry for her. Her home life must be awful. I know when I visit other neighborhoods, the children are super awesome and their parents are out and about. Here at Avalon Meadows, you can count on home break ins, bullying, harassment, missing parents, spitting kids, and a police officer who is absolutely using people for all the wrong reasons.

It’s too bad that this neighborhood went this direction and this home is going to make a great rental once I complete some repairs, updates, and landscaping. My travel plans will just have to wait.

If you are struggling right now, and I talk to a lot of people while out and about and they share their struggles with me – DON’T GIVE UP. Be grateful for every day that you are blessed with. Things DO get better. When you are doing well and happy, that is when the demons try even harder. Remember your strength and how far you have come and the excitement of everything you have left to do. Take a deep breath, grab a really good book or create a new recipe – just keep ‘truckin. For me, I honor the highest – my Creator – and for some – worship may be different, but it gives peace during these tough times.

Sometimes one has had enough. It won’t be a one incident deal, but a series of events. And somewhere in the middle,,,

I was driving home and looked to the right and there the two mean girls were. Christina and Megan. Christina, the cops right hand man.

They were working in their shared yard and both slowly in sync turned their heads at me and did that fake, wide smile in unison. I believe there was a movie out with that freaky wide smile.

“You are fat,” I said looking at one. And, “You are fat too,” looking at the other. Their mean girl smiles vanished.

There is no excuse for going after EGO. It wasn’t body shaming, it was ego shaming. Was it right? NO. I am a little desperate here without many tools to respond. I mean this is a cop and his crew. In hindsight, it’s not my job to attack ego, nor respond at all. I am working on that.

The Fact Is

The fact is this. I was fatter than them. Does it make sense to be angry over a truthful statement that lacks judgement or disdain? They will tell you otherwise. I will tell you fat is fat, white is white, and a flower is a flower. They filled in the meaning. Not me.

If they choose to judge “fat” as being a negative statement- they are clearly the discriminatory judges who are defining it as a horrible, negative thing. I did no such thing. Bullies will bully then grab at anything to say, “See!”

Here at Avalon Meadows, after this statement we celebrated “fat day”. We had an adult on a kid’s bike with a bicycle seat so far up his a$$ – it wasn’t clear if there was a seat. There were fat children playing on the grass, one bouncing at Diana’s house, there were fat people everywhere. Being fat myself, it was awesome.

As I pondered this while working in my office, I decided to pull my shades down. I try to give the neighbors privacy and pull my shades down as I work in my office. I had to put a privacy film in as they wouldn’t stop looking in my window. Eric Becker points and lets them know I was in my office. The privacy film is only half way up.

I love my privacy film. I love watching the sunrise in the morning and the birds in my birdbath. As our privacy ebbs away, later I will share my experiences with a Keizer Police Officer next door and his misuse of government property and time, including the use of drones to stalk and city cameras that monitor traffic.

I asked for one thing. LEAVE. ME. ALONE. Leave me out of it.

It is too bad they thought being fat is a negative thing and had to use this as proof of whatever they wanted to prove. Megan Mean Girl Becker later squeaked, “Muffin top.” Yes! That is me!! And it is perfectly, wonderfully OK. I exist, every bit of me.

Being fat is being fat. Later, when they broke in my home (allegedly) they stole all my small spoons and left the rather large ones. I guess for my big mouth? If it is big, it is big. I won’t fill in the meaning or judgement because I don’t care. I fell into their web. Just like all those who attended “fat camp.”

If you don’t like being fat, change it! If you can’t or don’t want to, that’s up to YOU. I have no opinion on it. Nor would it or should it or does it matter. I don’t matter. My whole life I have know this one fact. I DON’T MATTER. I won’t use you to prove a point or build an army. Fat is fat and you exist either way! You are worth it and don’t let demons like this use you for their own means. Don’t give a word space and allow others – who don’t have your best interest – fill it with their garbage opinions.

Always trying to improve, I try to look to the left as I pass their homes now. It is like they don’t exist at all. And this angers them. They can’t stand people being happy and ignoring them. Main character syndrome is strong here.

Remember, they harass, then record. Harass, then record. Married people unhappy in their own lives. Next, let’s go back to the very beginning. When Officer Perez killed my bush, almost pulled his gun, and later a threat was made, a corporal lied, and the Keizer Police Department allowed this to continue. When a police department is compromised, who are you going to call?

I was effectively, put down, diminished, threatened, and retaliated against. Thus, leading to the ego shaming which led to the break in to my home and then shooting at my home (trespassing, harassment, illegal fireworks). Breaking into my van, putting make-up dots on my windshield, opening my garage after I leave, and a whole array of alarming behavior which made me ask the Keizer Police Department to please do a psyche evaluation on this police officer..I can’t keep up. I don’t have time for this!!!!

And let’s think about a statement Christina makes to her husband when they first moved in, “Honey, we don’t know where the cameras are yet.”

We will start from the very beginning where the off duty police officer destroys my bush.

Please contact me with any information regarding Officer Perez, threats made against me – including shooting at my home, and anything relevant to using children and others to support his unlawful and dangerous conduct. Both off duty and on. I know I can’t be the only one. After all, they didn’t know where the cameras were yet.

#backtheblue

Sincerely.

A Fat Person

For the very most part, I am a private person. I love people at times but prefer my pups and chickens. I can’t function with a Fakebook account and don’t live for likes. I try to better myself all the time. For the longest time and as far back as I can remember, this certain family in the neighborhood draws me into their drama. There is a “mother”, “father”, and two children. In retaliation, they have spread rumors that aren’t true. It is to create an environment so bad that I am forced to sell my home. I am not selling and I haven’t addressed the lies.

I don’t know the names of these parents. I don’t even want their names. Rain, Fawn, something like that.

The wife is the “self-proclaimed” HOA President. We have no HOA other than paying out money every month. Comparable to other HOAs in nicer neighborhoods- we pay high fees for what is offered and for the area.

Not only that, I have requested several times for an audit of where the money is going. This has been refused. I also requested simple things like to stop using ROUNDUP in the neighborhood. This chemical is toxic and our pets are at risk, besides the humans. This was denied and this undeniably fake HOA president stated that they are not poisoning us. I was ridiculed with each request. I could almost hear her cackling laugh through the email. It is quite the cackle.

How can one possibly steal from the HOA? By hiring contractors and then taking kickbacks. By paying for things that are later stolen. A simple audit offers transparency. I gave up on this request and decided although I would pay the fee I would not participate in anything HOA. There has been other similar complaints regarding the management company our defunct HOA uses. It is located in the online reviews. There was also complaints regarding the online platform they switched to and store legal documents (I didn’t sign up), and of course the Fakebook account I am not a member of. I did notify the HOA that the fake HOA family is to stay off my property. That although they could mislead others, I do not have to join.

Every neighbor I had near me participated in keeping the neighborhood park behind me safe from trespassing for those that pay for the park. I was told that I wasn’t asked to “police” the park. This was after I saw the fake HOA president husband leaving the park with a wheelbarrow full of wood. Instead of explaining, he took off – wobbling this way and that and several times almost dumping his load in the street. The wood looked similar to the wood bordering the play structures – which is for the children.

The former next door neighbor had moved away and there is no cohesion with the new neighbors. So I stopped paying attention to the park. Through the years, we had turned away a lot of people who were up to no good – including a local minor who was with a strange adult male who certainly wasn’t related to her.

Regardless, this family has no say in anything this neighborhood can and cannot do. Through the years the neighborhood has raised these two children. They roam around and even as toddlers were climbing on my fence to peek at the chickens. Where were the parents, the fake HOA family? When this family had friends over the adults would climb the climbing dome at the park and watch me working on my yard. Through every incident, I endured. Back then I was working 80 hour weeks and was too tired to deal with their,,,whatever it was and still is. Creepiness is the best word I guess. Vultures.

One time the children were in our cul-de-sac throwing rocks at every car. We had so many rocks in the street that finally a neighbor that was hanging out with the parents came and helped pick up the rocks. The parents continued to party.

Two prior neighbors kicked the “father” out of our parking spaces. What is different now? These awesome neighbors are gone and I am still here. Being a solo female has its share of challenges with these neighborhood males. They bully and harass when you want to be left alone. Female independence appears to demasculate macho.

So one day I was working in my office and there was a motion in my front bush. I went outside and saw three boys. They were all entangled and pulling, hitting, and yanking on the one boy who was further in the bush. One of these boys was the fake HOA president’s son. The rock thrower. The “Where are your parents?” – kid.

I absolutely misread this situation and thought the children were horse playing. I told these kids to go home. Later I came out and one of the children was in another bush. Still on my property. I sternly told him to go home and he took off. I felt a twinge of something- that maybe I should have helped him or asked questions – but he took off. I did not recognize autism whatsoever.

Not many days later, I was opening my front gate when I saw the same child on the cop’s lawn. I saw two people cornering him and I stared trying to discern if the kid needed help. I didn’t know these people. I didn’t know the kid. Then, a cop pulls up. What may have been the mother looks at me and was upset and pointed at me and the cop took the whole “whatever it was,” away from my view. That was OK. I had other things to do besides open my gate.

I connected the dots and realized the prior incident was an autistic child being bullied by these two other kids. They were hitting and pulling at him. As they laughed, I had thought it was horseplay. Later Brandon Lau, a neighborhood adult creep bully, took this same kid and went behind the park arborvitae, directly behind my house. Moments later I could see them in my driveway as the child touched my van, using both hands. Soothing?

More about Brandon Lau, Officer Perez’ buddy and partner in crime. His go to dirty worker. Pray tell, why did an adult take a kid that wasn’t his behind bushes?

I will tell you later why as it has been a consistent four year pattern of bullying. It is one way Officer Perez with the Keizer Police Department is using children to retaliate, harass, and trespass.

Lately, the bully boy is coming up to my home and saying HI and trying to converse. This isn’t appropriate without his parents present, due to all the prior issues with this family. And I have no interest in his parents whatsoever.

When I asked where his home was (we of course all know where his home is) and why don’t he go there – he kicked a soccer ball into my open garage while I was trying to repair my fence on the side as someone had removed some screws. This last incident was enough. I have had enough of being forced to participate or acknowledge these lying bullies. The Officer’s wife Christina gets involved and puts her two cents in because she doesn’t like my “tone”. She has no authority in this neighborhood and shouldn’t participate in bullying and harassment. She is the cops right hand man.

Here is a thought. LEAVE. ME. ALONE. Just like I have asked over and over. LEAVE. ME. ALONE. This bothers them.

It is all I can do to keep up with the time and expense of repairing damage done by trespassing that this off duty police officer instigates. For example, I need a new fence now. I need to switch my cameras. The list goes on. Officer Perez picked a side and ran with it. Can you imagine his investigative skills on the job? If you have had experience with this, get in touch with me.

Who would have EVER thought that a police officer moving in would create such a toxic environment? We have had LE here and they were awesome. All the prior issues were workable until he moved here and behind his badge created, supported, and continued harassment.

What once was a few bad apples now has networked to a very dangerous environment and someone is going to get hurt.

I retrieved the ball from my garage and kicked it over the fence and told the fake HOA family boy to GO HOME. He came back and filmed me working in my garage. Soon the weirdo parents came to my home and I called the non-emergency line.

It is then I learned that filming people in their garage is legal. As I have a lot of remodeling to do, I put a canopy in my driveway and enclosed it. Now I can work in my garage without this weird creep family trying to take pictures while I work. It actually worked out better for me.

The bully kid came back again the next day and made sure to stand where he can view my office window. You sometimes just can’t stop creeps? He had prior participated in another event organized by the police officer where they marched in formation towards my home. More about that later and the off duty police officer killing another one of my bushes.

This off duty police officer sure knows how to work the system, use people, and especially use other people’s children. This isn’t the first time a ball was kicked purposely on my property and I have video showing the cop’s visitors running on my front yard destroying herbs I planted. You can hear them tell each other to kick the ball and run up my yard. More about this later. If it was anyone else, this wouldn’t happen or continue once told to stop. These demons, have to feel manly through the act of harassing others. Especially those they deem as unimportant or weaker than them. A single older woman checks their boxes. Small dick Perez. A “police officer.” Get your head checked.

Officer Perez investigated himself and found himself, “Not Guilty.” He then turns around and spreads lies to his network who then in turn harass and bully. I have had two neighbors on their phone speaking to him or his wife Christina to let them know what I was doing in my backyard. I not only saw them (they made sure of that), but heard them. Once while I refreshed the black paint of my bench (that would be Jessica Archuletta next door in the white house who also had the illegal fireworks that allowed Perez to shoot at my home) and another when I moved some wood I have saved up for my beehives and planters (that would be Diana in the green house located on Wheatland). I am sure those were the times I only happened to hear the conversation.

I have had a friend of the officer fly a drone towards me as I exited my vehicle I parked in my driveway. It was approximately 10 feet in the air and about two feet away from my driveway, pointed at me and dive bombing me. The officer was having some type of event. I learned later that you can call 911 for this.

A stalking/harassment/restraining order? I am in my backyard and the police officer is spying on me. Why is he so OBSESSED with me? He has a wife. It is obviously a pretend happy life.

Officer Perez is used to making people afraid and doing whatever he wants, when he wants – including organizing a group to break into my home. There is a group here that possibly works for an undercover or spy agency (in their own delusional minds). More about this “Pussy Cat Gang.”

PROTECT AND SERVE

If you have any information regarding the misconduct of Officer Perez with the Keizer Police Department- both on and off duty please contact me. Also any information from prior neighbors who have moved away and are safe.

As for the autistic boy – I am so sorry. I didn’t know, it makes me sad these kids trespassed on my property and were assaulting you and I learned a lesson. These actions clearly show a pattern of planned and staged harassment from these bad actors and it certainly won’t be the first or last time. Clowns. 🤡 I can do better next time and I am sorry I failed you. Kids are precious – they deserve better than to be used by adults.

This “Officer” shows over and over he will go where he wants and to use children and cell phones to harass and then record. To upset and then record. To intimidate and then record. What a loser.

If you have any information regarding this harassment, please contact me.

Before I start releasing video and facts regarding off duty police harassment and retaliation, I must let you know that there is no way I would harm myself. I have a lot of good things in my life and tons of things yet to accomplish. I do believe my safety is at risk by defending myself, my pups and chickens, and our home. I am soooo scared.

Starting with the event that occurred on the 4th of July 2025, I met with the Keizer Police Department July 18th, 2025; specifically Lt. Quintero. I thought he was kind and listened.

This was in regard to a shot fired at my home, trespassing, and illegal fireworks. This was not the first time I had contacted the police department regarding Officer Perez and was retaliated against. More about this later and the Corporal who lied and covered for Officer Perez. My life was threatened at this time. I have a photo of the incident. Let the public decide. I didn’t get help from the police department. I was ridiculed and the harassment was allowed to continue.

Sergeant Quintero disregarded the video, stating the gunshot was a bug. I insisted he view it on my IPAD after I learned he just briefly glanced at it on his phone and dismissed it. He still didn’t take it seriously – offering he would take care of this matter. He asked me if I wanted Officer Perez to wave at me as well when we passed and I absolutely refused this. I just wanted to be left alone. In hindsight, was he mocking me? He seemed so nice.

One thing that Sergeant Quintero stated was that I didn’t need videos. This saddens me so much. I feel betrayed and my time played as I am continuing to be harassed by Officer Perez and his wife, Christina. They get children involved, most often other people’s children. Step by step let me show you where things took place. All this is coming forward because of the most recent harassment.

I have responded incorrectly to situations by responding at all. For example, telling Officer Perez he has a small dick. Let’s get to that later as I dive into all this. There is a lot. A whole lot.

This video pertains to Officer Perez throwing a party and what I perceive as a shot fired at my home from his property. Did he pull the trigger? Does it matter when you entice and provide the means to do so? In the video you will see illegal fireworks on the right side. It wasn’t my initial concern except that it was in the totality of events that night.

I will address each issue with its own post.

Can you find the “bug”? I requested an outside agency review and nothing happened. The Keizer Police Department interviewed themselves and found themselves free of wrongdoing. Meeting with Sergeant Quintero was a personnel matter, not criminal. Those records are private. He is Officer Perez’ supervisor. If the harassment and bullying would have stopped, all of us could have moved on by now. All I asked for was to leave. me. alone.

I do fear for my safety and the Keizer Police Department hasn’t gotten back to me regarding the open carry law. I no longer feel safe to go on walks in the neighborhood. My pups and I miss our daily neighborhood walks. This officer makes it clear how POWERFUL he is.

He certainly is!

I assert that Officer Perez and his wife abuse his authority and as a team work together to bring others in to create an environment full of fear, manipulation, retaliation, trespassing, and lies. This has created a dangerous situation for me. It is like a private army! I may even be forced to pursue a restraining order against Officer Perez. More about that later. Oh my. There is A LOT!

An IPAD creates a better view

I want to take this time to give thanks to those who love The Adventure Machine. We have been out and about a lot lately, visiting local neighborhoods. The positive response has been AMAZING. I am deeply humbled and blessed. These may be tough times, but the spirit remains strong. That’s what us humans do. We carry on. We move forward. We endure.

A friend texted recently: Lol I love you and you’re so adorable. ❤️ I love that you appreciate the little things in life.

And

I DO. I really love and notice all the little things. Being an empath comes with its share of challenges and especially around the government approved holiday, I feel deeply for the Veterans who suffer from PTSD- the TRUE warriors – and the terrified pets. Those who understand, know that the chemicals used in the explosives are raining down on those poor helpless children. I SEE YOU!

While we spend time building our website, we are also renovating our living space. We are filming and learning what all goes with that. Creativity and being able to express oneself is so important. If there is no other forum you support, create one. People will eventually listen and things do get taken care of. That’s one way positive change can take place. More about this later.

Being a life long learner, I am pursuing Beekeeping as I have 80 acres to create a sanctuary for these lovely creatures. This is to honor my parents who were true pioneers and trend setters. Homesteading is truly a “thing” now. 47 years ago I recall it was viewed a lot differently. Still, they marched on.

A child asked me a few weeks ago who was my influence. So bright! My influence is my parents. They did life on their terms and for the amount of children they had, they certainly did OK. It wasn’t easy but it certainly taught me survival and that no other human vessel was going to save you, help you, and on many levels not hurt you. RIP

I want to especially reach out to those who are suffering right now. I can relate!! I want to tell you this:

THINGS GET BETTER!!! They really do. I am not just saying this. I lived this. It won’t be easy! The BEST things never are. But there are people out there for you. There are also UNLIMITED hobbies within your reach. There are unlimited opportunities and communities ready to embrace you.

For me, it started with a dietary change to heal and support my thyroid. It took several years, but it took that long to make changes and change bad habits. I accomplished all this while an off duty officer and his wife have been harassing me. I am a QUEEN.👸

I am now healthy, HAPPY, and secure. If I can do it, so can you. You have to want it though and work through the struggles.

There may be a pervert next door that quietly says through the fence, “Why don’t you just kill yourself?” Or the bully child down the street who accosted another child with autism…maybe you even initially thought it was horseplay between kids and then you find out later the child had some difficulties (and it all happened on your property),,, maybe in the struggle for peace you find that peace truly starts inside and you learn to adjust your response to conflict and situations you want nothing to do with- you, my trooper – march on. You Got This. You really do! More about the autistic child incident. It relates to the most recent harassment and why these posts are necessary.

One question often asked – Can I take a picture? YES!!!!! The Adventure Machine is great for that. It makes soooo many people smile and that makes it WELL WORTH IT!!! When we are out and about, tons of people take pictures and the joy is contagious. From the screaming to picture taking to people coming up to chat,,,,I love meeting new people. It’s surreal the amount of people I meet and talk to. It gives me hope for humanity and the will and drive to survive.

It is the simple things! Thanks Nat. I so enjoy everything about you!!!!!

An adventure doesn’t need to be huge or costly. It’s the little things in life that truly matter. Be safe, be YOU, and have a heck of a good time.

I will be posting some videos of last year’s 4th of July, specifically a gun being shot at my home from the home of Officer Perez with the Keizer Police Department. It is timed perfectly with the illegal firework display. There was no investigation conducted outside the department. The Keizer Police Department investigates their own and finds themselves “NOT GUILTY”.

I will also release statements regarding the break in of my home with no investigation conducted by the Keizer Police department. Please come forward with any information you have regarding the misconduct of Officer Perez who represents the Keizer Police Department.

He has a tendency to utilize children to do his harassment. I really feel for the children of today. More about this later.

More to come about what led to this post and why I have to go public with all this and how it is delaying my travel plans.

Jessica, 9, and Wednesday + two Bellas 🐓🐓

It’s time to take your life back and do what makes you happy. Stop asking for permission to be happy, to be successful, to be the excellent person you know you are. Live life to the fullest and do it with intention. It’s time to start planting seeds and be the person you were meant to be.

Turn off the news, turn off the hate, embrace your new life!

Don’t give your power away. You have no power over me.

Thanks Jamie for sending this pic. You gals rock! You always have good ideas and adventures.

2025 was an interesting year full of learning opportunities. We tried a few volunteering opportunities and even checked out what was going on in the food industry. Here is what we learned.

Harvesting from a farm was a lot of fun and hugely rewarding. Signing up at a local non-profit, I picked as much as I could within a three hour time frame and then gave half back to the non-profit – which in turn would deliver to various designated food banks. I simply LOVED this and hopefully in the near future wouldn’t mind signing up for WOOF opportunities. I loved almost everything about this.

From the competitiveness of signing up on time, to the early morning crisp air, to ending the harvest when the sun started to beat down. I loved sharing vegetables and fruits with others. My attempts at fruit jams gave hope for improvement for next year. My jam syrup can be thickened later or added to smoothies or a topping for whatever it is you want to sweeten, so you can’t really mess it up – unless you don’t seal the jars correctly. Peaches, plums, blueberries, cherries, and zucchini was a great first year. I look forward to helping harvest with other organizations. It was meaningful and I met some really interesting, fun, knowledgeable people. Between canning and freezing, I found I truly enjoyed this.

I was happy to try a few other organizations in 2025. It was nice to take them off the list finally. Although these non-profits were definitely worth checking out, they didn’t quite fit my criteria of what I was looking for in volunteering. It’s absolutely OK to try different things and once you learn more, you may just discover it wouldn’t work as well as one thought or hoped. One with children would make me too sad, especially if I saw bad decisions being made (and they would be made). The other wasn’t satisfying at all although I may try another component of the organization, which is home building.

So, for The Adventure Machine – 2025 was the year to try different volunteer opportunities. We are still on the look out for the right one, but we aren’t in a hurry. We most likely will create our own opportunity which will allow us to stay together. I always balance my loss of time with the pups and more often than not, it isn’t worth losing our special family routines that helps us flourish. I definitely have more ideas on how to give back and by creating an opportunity for ourselves, it will insure that all my boxes will be checked.

Out of concern for food quality and distribution I decided to also check out one grocery store I often frequented. It was amazing that in one day, most of the top ramen was sold. That is a lot of ramen. I realized that basically grocery stores were poison stores and I was going to support this if I stayed. Needless to say, once I can completely replace what I buy there, I won’t be a customer anymore (who knew you can make your own cottage cheese?). It may cost more to buy quality, but to offset this you have to cook more and eat less – but better. I already have decided to consistently buy most of my vegetables and fruits at the local farm produce store if I can’t grow or pick it myself. This coincides with canceling Amazon this year and trying really hard to consciously consume.

I am happy where we are and we are where we should be. I start screen printing this year after a hiatus of trying to figure out where it was we should be. Like others, I allowed world drama into my home. I even briefly took a phone break once again to try to break that full time connection. It was a very short break and now I have mastered other ways to unplug.

We truly look forward to this year and closing the chapter on 2025. It was a year full of learning and new beginnings. Some traveling and fixing. And through it all, we are still here and planning for an incredible year that is off to a most excellent start. Both my pups; 9 and Wednesday, are happier than ever and we seemed to have a schedule that works for us.

I reconnected with a childhood friend and have made plans to travel back to our old farmstead and make a few improvements that will be enjoyed by the next generation. This land has been in my family for almost 50 years. It will be nice to see my old friends again who stayed in the area and I remain in contact with. I may not have the biggest circle, but the circle I have is authentic and dependable, full of bright, hardworking people. I love this. They aren’t those typical Fakebook friends as you won’t find me there. For as much as I am an empath; an introvert, I feel I am living my best life and finally recognizing everything I have to offer this world. Even soloists need other humans.

Thanks for your smiles and hellos. I certainly meet the best people! It makes it worthwhile when The Adventure Machine gives you a reason to enjoy the little things and not take things seriously every minute of the day. It’s nice just to be silly and laugh. It’s going to be a great year to complete the van conversion and get some more travel adventures accomplished. We are so utterly grateful to our Creator, our Highest Lord, our God. This is who we bow to and where we find our peace. We know there is more to all of this and are grateful for everything we are here to learn.

Having a list of everything we plan to accomplish this year, we are blessed with focus and great energy.

Be kind.

Cheers,

Jessica, 9, Wednesday and 3 Bellas 🐓🐓🐓