Fight or Flight

I was asked how it all worked out. Here's the answer:

The script was thrown out because all parents (and others) were pissed. And Manic became very contrite.

She was already acting that way towards me. She was thanking me for reminding everyone that is was about the children (and only the children). She assured me (like I needed it) that everyone could change the script to what would feel better for them.

And, of course, afterwards, she was praising the diva that is my child. As proud as I was, I just mutely nodded, and brushed past her. Then as we were leaving, she rushed to catch me to hand me something for my kid. Again, just nodded and tried to keep moving. She said she hoped that they wouldn't lose us at this craft/story thing that is for the kids -- that she stopped doing, but is suddenly back in charge. I tried not to even answer, just kept heading down the stairs. Then I hear it. The note of desperation.
"Will we see you again?" (we meaning I) Translation: "Do you hate me now?"
So, as I'm walking, leaving, I very non-committally (not a word, I know) said, "Meh, probably." As in,' sure, if we just happen to run in to each other, you'll see me.'

I wanted to run when I saw her. I think I'm afraid of feeling this much angst? anger? hatred? towards someone. It's almost as though the feeling is more powerful than I am.

But now I'm happy!!! That was yesterday, and the drama is over (as far as I'm concerned). I'm sure there will be fallout, but that will be minor.

I didn't tell her off, and I'm kinda disappointed in myself. But when we got there, it just didn't feel right. Maybe because I couldn't even think about talking to her without my gag reflex kicking in.

I must have been more stressed then I knew. Husband couldn't wake me up for anything today. He was waking me every hour or so, to no avail. Finally, when he told me it was after 3pm, and I should probably sit up, I was able to. I felt so bad about sleeping that late!! He wasn't mad at all, though. How cool is he? :)

Sick, sick sick!

Okay. Total sickness here. Who the hell would search for "very very liittle kids fucking pics"???
And find my site... Sheesh.
And this is what showed up on the search results (because I have used the infamous 'F' word before:


People are stupid: December 2004... How fucking lazy can you get!!!! Just reach an inch or so farther. ... I was told it was a very quick procedure. Just an incision, get some tissue, ...stupid-people-are-haunting-me.blogspot.com/ 2004_12_01_stupid-people-are-haunting-me_archive.html - 88k - Cached - Similar pages
People are stupid: October 2004... worshipped-- having one whole season dedicated to the son of a god is not very PC at all. ... your orgasms are so hot they could melt a fucking iceberg ...stupid-people-are-haunting-me.blogspot.com/ 2004_10_01_stupid-people-are-haunting-me_archive.html - 207k - Cached - Similar pages

On the plus side, I also got these keywords "blinkies kiss my attitude".

Which resulted in:

People are stupid: October 2004 - [ Traduzca esta página ]... I HATE people like that and their "my way or the highway" attitude. ...The playful kiss is about you having fun and not needing to have feelings for ...stupid-people-are-haunting-me.blogspot.com/ 2004_10_01_stupid-people-are-haunting-me_archive.html - 207k - En caché - Páginas similares

Yes, my Queen.

Your Queen has issued another commandment:
You must visit GodHatesKittens today -- if for no other reason than to see this.

Oh. My. God.

People are bored. Seriously bored.
Why would you protest this???

I mean, really, what about all the other products they have come out with? What did the worms or rats or the cute bears promote??

Death to protesters!!

*starting a picket line for the picket line*

And Chaos Erupts!

Ever wake up, check your email, and say 'Oh shit!'?
Ever feel your mind tumbling ahead to all the possible repercussions?

Ever really really craved coffee, and possibly illegal drugs for later, after the mess is sorted out?

I was complimented yesterday (by Cricket) on my diplomatic skills. It is taking everything I have to remain civil, much less diplomatic, today.

Manic emailed me the script. Boy howdy! It's a doosey!!
And has to be basically thrown out, and rewritten, and made kid-friendly BY TOMORROW.

We worked on it some last night, but without knowing exactly what the original script was, we didn't know what to change, or who was in it, or, well.. anything, really.

And when I read the script? There are people that have parts that were NEVER asked.

I made a public announcement, asking for the people that knew they had parts, telling parents to feel free to simplify it for their children, and reminding all that it is the children that are looking forward to this.

*thoughts of lynch mobs dancing through my brain*
Manic out did herself this time, and I know she'll hear about it -- from more than the chick who has been having a bitchfest all week (me, if you had any doubts).

As a matter of fact, our community has been foaming at the mouth, from what I can tell, ever since the script was posted on our forum. They just haven't started their public bashing yet. Actually, they'll foam even more when they find out who the author of the script is.
("Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins..." )

Ever feel like there is a tornado chasing you, but then a brush fire flames up in front of you, and you have nowhere to go? And then, to top it off, the earth splits wide open beneath your feet, and you fall in praying for an Indiana Jones type miracle...
I feel like this is what is waiting for the day ahead. Disaster, chaos, unrest,...

But then peace, renewal, unity, and a fresh start will come after that.
And that, my friends, is the other shoe waiting to drop. Not the next bad thing, but the good that comes after the bad. Spring after Winter, the Earth cleansed after an intense downpour, getting snowed in and getting time with your family/friends that are stuck with you, computer crashes and you rediscover the human race, etc...
There is always hope. Always something good will come out of whatever situation you are in. You just have to be willing to look for it.
And I am actually looking forward to tomorrow and the good feeling that will come after this mess is put behind us.

Excited

I have been busy today.
I copied my kid's part onto smaller notecards.

But here's the best thing: I was learning more HTML today. I was studying up on it. I have so many ideas!!

But the only change I made so far (I think) is to put Statcounter and Blogexplosion at the bottom of the page, instead of in the sidebar. That wasn't from learning anything new -- just wanted a change.

Watch out world! I'm back!!

Plan B

Everything is coming together. Mostly because a couple of friends have decided to have a Plan B.

Manic finally sent Kid's part, but it had to be rewritten because my kid can't learn something on par with Shakespeare by Saturday. So sorry, Manic. I know you put a lot of work into this, but you are not the only one involved. You have been vetoed.

The plan, as it stands now, is a pretty good one. If I don't receive the ENTIRE script (not just the kid's part) by 7am tomorrow, we will be going with Plan B. Personally, I think Plan B sounds better anyway. More kid friendly.

I love my friends. They rock! I feel so united with them right now.

This is what I want to say to Manic, if she's there Saturday:

"You screwed up. Now, I could have handled the loser person that you are. BUT you let my kid down. You broke your promises to her. You acted irresponsibly towards her and the other children. Because of that reason, we are done. Don't talk to me. Don't come up to me. And don't think for one second I am talking about just me: Stay away from my family. We can do without your drama."

Start to walk away, stop, look over shoulder, and :
"Oh yeah. I don't want any emails from you. I don't want apologies, excuses, explanations... And I definitely don't want emails with any false claims about your person."

Walk away, with her stunned. (At least that would be the desired effect. She may have a melt down or 'splode.)

*happy sigh*
I just hope I can keep my cool long enough to get it all out. At least, I don't have a problem telling her to shut up. :)

And the bitchiness comes out...

I sent an email to Manic. I tried to be firm, it went over to bitchy, but then I saved myself by using making a comment about my kid.

Here's my email:


I need the script by tomorrow morning at the latest. Tonight would be better. "Kid" will need a couple of days to learn her part between homework, supper, and getting to bed on time.
If there is some reason you aren't able to get me the script on time, a conscientious person would tell me the reason -- instead of leaving me hanging. We all have busy schedules.
"Kid" is really excited about being in "this", and wants to do a good job.

The " " are where I replaced something for this public space.

So guess what I received from her?
Can you guess?


Nothing. Not a reply. Not a tantrum. And definitely no script.

Bitch.

I can't wait to tell her we are backing out of the other thing!! Actually, I think I am more looking forward to telling her WHY we are backing out. And telling her to shut up and listen for once, since she talks enough for three people.

Does that make me evil? And, more importantly, do I care if I'm evil?

Manic update.

This is what I received in my email yesterday from Manic (after she detected a hint of aggravation). :

Just to let you know I am a very conscientious person and if something happens where I can't get something done then something has happened because I work very hard on the venues I assist with and I appreciate your checking with me to see what happened. Sorry my computer froze but that was definitely out of my hands. Next month I get my Comcast cable so I shouldn't have to worry about these dial up problems. I am sorry it didn't fit as well into your schedule but I will jump on it tonight. I appreciate your attention to detail and I appreciate the seriousness and dedication you give to the venues you are involved with. Thanks for checking.

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Conscientious? A conscientious person wouldn't leave all the people hanging that are depending on her. A conscientious person wouldn't wait for someone to ask wtf? before giving some puffed up answer.

Appreciates me checking with her? HA! I said, 'where is the thing you promised?' (paraphrasing). I don't call that checking on her. I call that fucking babysitting. I do not like to baby-sit.

Whatever about her computer freezing -- just because she ASSURED me it would be up and running by last night.

My attention to detail, seriousness and dedication, thanking me for checking... All just spin, folks. She is a professional ass kisser. Funny. My ass doesn't feel any better...
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So, after receiving that gem of self-puffing yesterday, I did what any logical person would: I checked my email today. Nothing. Nada. Not the script, not an explanation, not even a lovely self-proclamation.

Guess how pissed I am.

We decided we are backing out of the other thing. Just have to talk to the kid about it (which won't be fun -- but my very cool kid already knows Manic is 'on the line' about to cross over. Well, after this week, she crossed. I wash my hands of her.).

I am going to go have a cigarette, and then take a shower.

Manic

I need to rant about someone. We'll call her Manic. We should call her that in real life anyway...

2 events: The one she's been spouting off about for months, and the one coming up next week.

Let's start off with the spouting. Back in the fall, she said she was organizing this great thing for the children. They would actually get to perform. Rehearsals were to begin in January.
At this time, I would like to point out she said we would all have to commit, and be very responsible, and show up for all practices... She stressed that point so much that it seemed to me she was implying she was the only one of us that could handle it, but could we put forth our best effort in our childish way?
Did you get that? Commitment, Responsibility, and Showing Up.
Fast forward to January. I haven't heard any word from Manic. I have no idea when practices are supposed to start. I happen to run into her, and, like the idiot I am, ask about this Big Thing she was planning for the kids. She replies that she thought no one would want to do it anymore (referring to another community mess she's in that I don't care about. It doesn't involve what she promised my kid.) I assured her that my kid was still interested.
Practices were then supposed to begin in February.
Now it is February, and I hadn't heard anything --- until I, unexpectedly, saw her Saturday.
Practices are to begin in March, and now she wants the practices to be every other Friday -- even though ever since she mentioned this whole thing, back in the fall, practices were to be on Saturday. Fridays suck for us. I have a class. Husband has something he does every other Friday.
Here's her gag-worthy solution: She will learn the belly dancing moves on Friday, and teach it to the girls Saturday. I so don't think so. If anyone is going to teach my kid belly dancing, it will be a belly dancer -- not some loose fat Manic that thinks way too highly of her sex appeal. (And that's not just me saying that. She has gone up and kissed unsuspecting people before, shoving her tongue down their throats. All people she has slipped the tongue make the Bad Beer Face when she gets mentioned.) I am tempted to just tell her it has become too much of a mess, and that she hasn't followed through on anything she has said -- and we are backing out. Can I do that? Opinions if you got 'em.

Now next week: On February 5th, she said she was writing something and had a part for my kid. She said she'd be emailing me the next week telling me what it was. (BTW, she also said she would email the schedule for the above rant at the same time.)
On the 17th, I emailed her asking about the part. I hadn't heard from her since the 5th. She replies she will be mailing out the parts Sunday. She said this to more than one person, and here it is Monday. Manic still hasn't emailed anything. She was even specific about it. She said she would be mailing it around 2am. It should be here by now. How the hell is my kid supposed to learn her part if it isn't here???

So good.... uh... so good......

Just in case you don't read Cricket's blog, (Foolish, foolish people!!) I needed to share the wealth.

You must (yes, a commandment from your Queen) go see this as soon as possible!

There's hope...

Problem solved.

Conundrum

I am having a conundrum of sorts. ( I love that word.)
I have been re-evaluating one of my friendships. It doesn't seem to be a two-way street anymore. And if we are not friends to each other, then it isn't a friendship, is it?
I could ask this person, "What is going on in my life right now?", and this person would be unable to answer. This person has admitted to noticing me trying to change the subject (meaning trying to talk about me a little bit), and not letting me. I am feeling disenchantment? disillusioned? with the whole situation right now.
We used to banter.
We used to have equality.
We used to have respect for each other. No more.
Not from that person's side anyway. I've tried more than is necessary. I shouldn't have to scream and yell to get noticed. Mentioning something is bugging me should be enough. Apparently it isn't.

Maybe it's a phase... I don't know. If it is a phase, it has been going on for a long time. It would be nice if this person came out of their world, once in a while, to see what's happening in mine. You know what it is? I feel used. I feel as though I was a convenient set of ears, and it didn't really matter that it was me. Just ears. Since I wasn't able to talk about anything that was important to me...

Point in fact,this person was very rude to me a couple days ago, and hasn't mentioned it since. It shouldn't be up to me to bring it up. I have been there. I have listened. I have been a sounding board. I have cared.

But it doesn't go both ways anymore. That's where my conundrum enters the picture. What do I do? I don't deserve to be treated this way, and if this is all I have to look forward to, then the answer is clear. But, like I said, what if it is a phase?

And please, people, don't ask me who I am talking about.

Yay!

I saw a bee today. He wasn't slow or sluggish either.
So folks, you know what this means?
Spring is-a comin'!!!


...I hate the cold...

I'm a mutant

I've decided I'm weird. Completely strange. Non-human, even. (Actually, that would be pretty cool!)

No matter how much I try, I have no memory of my first kiss. None.
You would think something that momentous would have left a trace, but... No.
I can remember early kisses, and even later kisses. But my first?

I feel like I am in a mind-erasing movie. I wonder if hypnosis would help...

And if I cannot remember it at all, maybe it was the worst kiss in recorded history, and I blocked it out. Maybe I would suddenly become a vegetable from the trauma of it all. Just keel over onto my keyboard, and never wake up again -- and my last memory would be of this horrific kiss (and me wondering why I tried so hard to remember).

What a sad fate.

Or maybe I can't remember because I was one of the girls chasing boys (literally) on the playground in Kindergarten?

BLOOPER!

Zombie priest!

Or at least it sounded like it reading this...

Yum!

Another IHOP night.
I splurged tonight though. I not only got my stuffed French toast (yum!!), but I decided to get an appetizer as well. Cheese sticks. So good. Been so long.

Deep fried cheese. Better than sex.

Too much time

Playing with the template again...

I'm trying to decide if I like it this way or not.

Edit: I decided the teal (or whatever that was) just rubbed me the wrong way. Now I am trying this dark red color. What do you think?


Another Edit: I found a darker red! Yay! I like this better. Not as bright.

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I have changed most of my links so that when you click on it, it will open up a new window. Yay me!

Since I have that habit of opening a new window for everything anyway, I thought I would make it more convenient.

Yep, I'm cool.

And totally out of the blue...

Here is a direct quote that was said, to me, about a minute ago:

"I'm really glad you aren't one of the stupid moms. Ya know, the really dumb ones? I'm glad you're a smart one."

Another example of Valentine's Day togetherness

Here we go. This is a good idea.

Fucking people.

A man got arrested for an internet Valentine's Day Mass Suicide plot. I can't find his site, so I'm guessing the cops took it offline. I can't imagine why...

The authorities found out about this prime example of 32 stupid sheeple from a Canadian woman that was going to participate until she found out, -- wait for it... -- someone was talking about killing their kids. That just didn't sit right with the on-web-cam, coordinated-with-others-to-feel-a-part-of-something-special, wannabe dead person'.

I couldn't find his site, but I found a news article about it here.

Choking on my own words. Not by choice.

Ever been cut off? Not while driving. While talking.
And not only cut off, but have any of you been trying to get something out, but couldn't get past like the first 1/3 of the story because someone kept stopping you?
What if that person thinks that first 1/3 is the complete story and starts critiquing you???
And then, while frustration is mounting inside you, still futilely trying to get the whole story out (Everyone wants to be understood), this person changes the fucking subject?!?!? Hello!! Not done here!!

But no, don't worry about it. You just go on thinking whatever you want.


And isn't it almost funny that the person stopping you from getting something out is the same person that just recently complained about being cut off by someone else??

More Links!

I added more links today.
Yep, that's right. I couldn't resist the urge to go play in my template again.

I feel like I forgot to do something though....

One thing you need to check out is the link that says 'Go here to find out what to do today and everyday'. I guarantee it will become a daily stop. What hooked me was the 'Park By The River And Tell Him You're Bored Day'.

Strange Habits

I have this habit of opening a new browser window every time I want to look at something.
This has several side effects/benefits. (Mostly side effects)

• It slows down my computer if I have too many open.
• I can get up to the minute updates on my favorite blogs.
• I forget about some of the screens I opened.
• I often surprise myself with how many are open.
• I also often wonder why I opened some of them in the first place, and have to spend time figuring it out.
• I never thought much about this until I got Statcounter, and realized all the people that would think I was camped out at their site. I am not a stalker, I swear!!

I'm sure there are more, but I can't think right now...

Reincarnation Musings

I started thinking about my past lives today.
It all started when my kid blew me away with, 'when people die, they go to Heaven or Bad Heaven' (Hell), which we've never taught her. We had a very long discussion about all the different beliefs for afterlife. Especially after she told me she got her 'facts' from Haunted Mansion and Monk.

I know of two of my past lives. In both of them, I was a Lady (not working class, and no, not famous). Then I started thinking about my life now. I was trying to figure out the connection. What lesson am I supposed to learn in this lifetime?

I think I might have figured something out. I think I chose my particular parents because I may have had a problem with materialism. If I was in a family that had money, it just makes sense. The house I was raised in (this life) stressed that materialism is wrong. It plays a big part in how I live my life now.

Hmmm... Seems logical.

I could understand this

“Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.” - Martin Luther King, Jr.

Albert Einstein once said: “Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.”

You need to see this!!

I was reading one of my daily blogs, Welcome to Alyssa and you guys need to go there to see the Man of the Year Awards! Very funny!

Something to ponder

I received this in my email today, and I thought I would share it with you.

Elder's Meditation of the Day - February 9

"It can be 100 degrees in the shade one afternoon and suddenly there comes a storm with hailstones as big as golf balls, the prairie is all white and your teeth chatter. That's good-a reminder that you are just a small particle of nature, not so powerful as you think." --Lame Deer, LAKOTA

No event, no relationship, no joy, no sadness, no situation ever stays the same. Every setback is only temporary. Even setbacks change. Why? Because the Great Spirit designed the world to be constantly changing. We are not the center of the universe, we are but a small part. The whole is constantly changing, and we as humans are constantly participating in the change. We have two choices, to resist change or participate in the change. Every change can be resisted, and every change can be made in cooperation. What will I choose today, resistance or cooperation?

I am so glad he won't be my teenager!

When you are craving something, you just gotta have it!

Up in Michigan the driving age is four years old. Or so this kid believed when he took his mom's car to the video store at one-thirty in the morning. When he got there, he noticed it was closed. He turned the car around, and headed back to his apartment building.
An officer followed the supposedly driver-less, coasting car, and imagine his surprise when it turned into the apartments! The kid hit two parked cars, and then backed into the officer's car.
They've decided not to press charges since he is too young, and the mom didn't even know he was awake.
She let him steer her car from her lap before. Let that be a lesson to you!!


I laughed when I read this story. The poor mom. She will have to find something very heavy to place against the apartment door every night.

At the same time, I think she should have known her kid well enough to take precautions. Not against driving. I'm sure she was just as surprised as everyone else. But she would have known she had an independent kid. One that wasn't afraid to go out alone. And a kid that was determined to get what he wanted.

This is why I am such an advocate for thinking ahead, and thinking things through. Then very little can slip through the cracks.

I am so cool!

I have changed my comments. Now it doesn't load a completely different page to see them. They kind of work like a drop down menu. I followed the directions carefully from here.

It took a little bit of time, but maybe that was because I was checking, re-checking, and checking again. What can I say? I like doing things right the first time.

I am excited about this. Speaking as one that has dial-up, it is nice not to have to load a whole new page.

Yep. That's me, thinking of you.
Revel in my coolness.

This is what it looked like outside my front door this morning

Beautiful. Magical.

I just want to be wrapped up in that

Here we go. Time to prove yourselves!

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I made a Quiz for you! Take my Quiz and then Check out the Scoreboard. But I think the scoreboard thing happens automatically, so why they feel the need to link to it...

That's right. I made the quiz. It's all about me. I got this from Cricket's blog. I lost the first test I made, and had to redo it. Which means, I put a lot of work/time into this. Or wasted a lot of time. Whatever.

Ready to find out how well you know me? How much have you been paying attention? We shall see, my friends, we shall see.

I dare you to take it.

Eww...

Wha..???

I have no idea what this commercial is for, but somehow I have a pic of it. Every time I see the picture, my stomach churns. I thought I would share my discomfort with the world.

Aren't you grateful??

The Shepherd

Guarding the ripped up blanket


Last night I heard him bark for the first time. It's a really big 'real dog' bark.

He has been with us for months. Eating here, sleeping here... Even fighting here. But I have never heard him bark.

That just struck me as odd.

My Pet Peeves (some of them)

I have an open relationship with my husband. I'm also pagan. And a hippie.
Plus I am completely desirable. (If you disagree, hush. It's an ego-boost.)

Here's the downside of being wonderful me: The Assumptions.

The worst one is assuming I'm a total slut. Here it is, once and for all--- I do not spread my legs for anyone with a penis and a heartbeat (heartbeat optional). Or a vagina, for that matter. Sex is not that big a deal. Really. I don't live for sex. I can actually *sharp intake of breath* live without it. I say 'no' way more than I say 'yes'. Did you get that? I say no. Meaning I'm not the one doing the approaching with my bad slut self. Big peeve of mine, can you tell?

I also don't worship Satan. Or perform sacrifices. Deal with it.

I shower regularly. Seriously. Plus, I'm not on all the drugs in the world. It's true. I act this way sober.

I am a selective consumer when it comes to sex. My worship is my own, but not evil. And occasionally, I'll get altered, but I have a clear head 99% of the time.

Love me. Learn from me.

I am no one...

I have been trying to find my blog with a Google search. Yes, I have too much time on my hands (and other parts of my body. Why just the hands? That would be very elitist of me.)

I can't find it. I have copy/pasted entire paragraphs from my blog into the search bar thinking 'Surely this will get a result!' Of course, I talk like that.

Nothing. Nada. Zip.

I feel so insignificant....

Bastard Bully

Why does there have to be bullies in the world? Kids picking on other kids, I understand. It's a part of life. It's just the way things are.

But taking the collar off a dog and then hitting him with it???? What the fuck?!?!

Poor dog is scared to death now, and I don't know what to do to fix it. At least, he knows I won't beat him.

I actually had to go outside and tell little shit to give me the collar back. That's right. I was yelling at the neighbor kid. And he didn't answer. He walked around the other side of his house (trailer), and came out the other side. He looked. Yes, Bitch (me) was still there -- staring at him. He walks up to the dad of the family (not his biological father), and stands there. Did he think that would make me back off just cuz he was standing next to a man?? No sirree bob. I yelled again (mostly to be heard, but I did take a perverse enjoyment from it. And my tone showed it. I was PISSED). He then silently wanders closer (did I ever mention how creepy this kid is? Serial killer in-the-making). And again just stands there. Bastard.

Why can't we attack other people's children? It almost would have been worth going to jail over, but then I would have missed my night out with friends...

I again tell him in a fierce tone (something only my child and husband ever hears) to bring me the collar. NOW. Hello! Scary mom. And dipshit just standing there? Silently staring back at me?? I had to constantly remind myself not to swear. All the best cuss words were in my mouth, but I couldn't let them escape. Even if I could have explained it later to my kid. So what does fucking kid do? He stares at the collar in his hand (which he previously denied having). What is it with this kid and staring?? And instead of bringing it to me, fucking kid replaces collar on terrified dog.
Is that what I asked for? Did I say you have two choices: bring it to me or put it back on the dog? Hmm... Nope, don't recall doing that. I specifically said "Bring the collar to me!". Course, maybe the kid was only thinking about his safety... I did want to kill the little bastard. Nah, he's not that bright. It was purely a rebellious act. My kid would have been in deep shit, if I was already that pissed, and she pushed me farther. I had to hold back from screaming so hard it hurt. Not the primal wordless scream, but screaming at the fucking kid.

The icing on the cake, you ask?
The 'dad' was calmly washing his truck the entire fucking time. Not stepping in. Not even finding out why I came out of my house to specifically yell at his kid. Not even LOOKING at me. (Well, I guess the kid was doing enough staring for everyone.) He did nothing. Nothing. WTF??? If someone is yelling at my kid, I want to know the reason---and not the fucking tale bastard child will spin later. (Oops. Didn't mean to call my kid a bastard child. Fucking semantics.)

And the poor dog is still just a dog that wants to be loved. He was close enough to little bastard to get his collar replaced. Goddammit.

I hate when animals get abused. I hate even more when adults allow it. Fucking people.

I know!! I'll become the world leader and carry out the death penalty. Personally. With Pleasure.

FEAR ME!!!!!

By request of Shandi

I live in the country. Back in the rolling hills, mountains as far as the eye can see. It really is a beautiful place.

Except for one thing. Or a combination of things...

My next door neighbors are rednecks. Not to be confused with Redneck Bitch, as she is fondly known. Oh yes, I'm surrounded by them.

Since my neighbors are rednecks, there is some criteria they must meet.
~They must have more than 2 kids in a house (trailer) too small for the entire family. Said kids do not all have to be from current marriage.
~They must be proud of said house (trailer). My neighbors are so proud, they added on to their trailer. Probably to try and make entire family fit into it.
~They must have vehicles that are loud on purpose. And they are required to drive them really fast up and down the road looking deliriously happy. It's da rules.
~They must honk at all the residences where they know someone, while driving way too fast for people in residence to see who honked. (I missed a package this way once. The mailman honks if he has a bigger delivery, and I ignored it, thinking it was my neighbors.)
~They must speak in an accent. That accent may come from living in the south, or just from missing teeth. Who can tell? I have the pleasure of living next to someone I can barely understand because his accent is so thick.
~They must do things the way their parents did them. They are proud to carry on that redneck tradition.
~Their fashion sense must be a little off-target. For instance, guy next door grew a mullet -- on purpose!

One more thing: I don't know if it is a Rule or not, but my neighbors do it. And this is the beginning of why it is a struggle to keep it a beautiful place.

They burn their trash. I don't mean they have a trash barrel, and they put all paper products in there. Nope. That would be environmentally sound. Rednecks don't believe all their junk has an effect on the world at large. My neighbors burn everything. Everything. From paper (which creates ash) to plastic (mmm mmm smells so nice) to glass (what is that blackened thing?). And the county landfill is free. Free!! Why not bag up the non-burnables and drive it a couple miles?? Baffling.

That is only the beginning. They have been doing this for so long, there is a big mound in their backyard of trash. Blackened, half-burned, smelly trash.
I have dogs. (No, I am not off-topic.) My dogs do not see the trash pile as an eye sore. They look at it like they are kids that just won $10,000 to spend in a toy store.
(Ahh, you are beginning to see the problem, no?)
My dogs drag the very best toy trash into my yard, play with it for a while, and (just like a kid) get bored and go back for more.
I have had charred glass jars, plastic milk cartons, soda cans... But my all time favorite was about a year ago. We had the pleasure of picking up a diaper out of our yard. Yep. That's right. They attempt to burn those too. This one was apparently missed by the greasy flames. Thank god their little one has outgrown those!!

This is a problem without a solution -- well, not a solution they would go for.
I would love for them to stop burning (not gonna happen), and I would love for my dogs to gain finer sensibilities (also not gonna happen. What can you expect from an animal that doesn't consider a dead animal fun unless it smells bad?)
A problem without a solution, but we will move (hopefully this summer), and that will be the end of it.

Rednecks are not my favorite people in the world, but they sure are entertaining.