I got into a car seat throwing match with the skank across the street a few days ago. Their rowdy ass ADHD kids got it from someone's trash can and were playing with it, and left it in the road directly in front of my driveway. I finally got sick of driving around it and threw it down the road so it landed right in front of their driveway. Five minutes later it was in my yard. I went to knock on the door, but Tim stopped me. I went and put it back in the trash can at the original owner's house. I'm glad school is starting back soon because those kids are about to drive me nuts.
My neighborhood sucks ass. Have I mentioned that lately? Sucks. Ass. I wanna move, and I'm not joking. Someone give me $40,000 for a down payment plus about $5,000 for closing costs and, oh, another $5,000 to cover the other expensive crap that always comes up when you buy a house and move. Please? Pretty please? I told Tim tonight we have to make this a serious 5 year goal-- to get this house in selling shape, save up a down payment, and get the hell out of East Petal.
I'm about 1/10000000th of the way done with my latest project, which is painting the front bathroom. The wallpaper was put directly onto the drywall without any primer, and it's hard to get it off without screwing up the walls. I'm going to have to refinish the sheetrock before I paint it. It's hard to make quick progress on projects like this with a young'un Charlie's age in the house.
Speakinawhich, he's got a 1 month break from preschool. I'm not 100% sure he's going back; I plan to talk to the director before he does. The Hair Puller should be moving up to the next class soon. His last day was Monday. Hair Puller was not there, and it was reported that Charlie had a great day.
We're going on vacation in a week and a half. I know. Summer is over. But if you schedule your beach vacation to start the first day of the off season, you save, like, $400. It's a win-win. It's still hot, everyone else is gone back to school, and it's cheaper. So technically it would be a win-win-win. A win to the third power. A win cubed.
I'm going to court. No, I didn't finally snap and punch someone in the face. Yet. I'm suing a motorcycle shop. The one that agreed to paint my bike for $600, then when we went to get it demanded more money, bringing the total to $800, then when we picked it up from being buffed out he gave it back to us WITH THE PAINT SANDED DOWN TO THE METAL annnnnnnnd offered us two free oil changes to compensate. Yeah. I thought about it for a long time, and finally decided I'm suing the son of a bitch. It can't hurt. Worst case scenario is that I lose, and it cost me $64 in court fees, but even then at least I stood up for myself and showed the asshole he can't just rob people like that. I've never sued anyone in my life, and never thought I would, but I'm tired of taking shit off people and being ripped off every time I try to get something done.
I ain't gone take it no mo. I'm gone RISE UP!
On The Next To Last Day Of July
21 hours ago
3 comments:
You go girl! Sorry about your rude trashy neighbors. Sigh. Glad you're suing that jerkwad too. At the very least, he now knows he can't get away with that bullcrap on everyone...because you KNOW you're not the first person he's pulled that on.
I'll be cheering you on the sidelines here up in the midwest.
Sounds like the Paint Jerk, the Hair Puller, and the Skanky Bunch all need to get together and go play in traffic.
At least the new post tags are great.
Chicka, A few of my neighbors are okay. The lady directly across the street turned out to be friendly once we finally spoke to each other. Now she's gone back to pretending not to see me when she's in her yard and I go check my mail. Not sure what did that. Maybe she read my blog.
I agree about teaching jerkwad biker boy a lesson. I'm nervous about the court date because he's obviously not an honest person and will be willing to tell some outlandish story to protect himself. But yeah, at least he'll know some people-- even chicks who ride Sportsters-- are not afraid to stand up to him. And you're also correct that he's ripped off other people too. I've NOW heard several stories about him that start with "I wish I could get my hands on that s.o.b." Keep cheering.
Stew, yes. On I-55 in Jackson around, say, 5:05 p.m. On a Friday.
I was wondering if anyone would read the tags. ;)
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