Let's just first start off by saying that I don't care if you smoke pot. Really, I don't. It means nothing to me.

Except, of course, when you keep parking across from my house and my neighbors house hot-boxing your vehicle. Often. In broad daylight. Which is also in front of a park...That many children play at.

When the kids first started this some 7 months ago, we and our neighbors took a laid back approach to the young kids, and my 6'2'' 250lbs. Italian neighbor told them he didn't care that they did it, just don't do it in front of these few houses. (Yeah, how about some of the mountains or thousands of acres of farm land, assholes?). At first The Hubby just shrugged it off, and I was the mean one. We came out one morning to get ready to go to the lake, and they were out there- before 8AM. Really? You can't wake-n-bake in your own house? I hadn't even had my coffee yet. I was pissed off and just stood their on my front porch and stared at them. When two got up to walk in the corner house (they park just out of window sight from it), I walked up to them- which they seemed a bit startled about- and told them it was disrespectful that Italian Neighbor asked them not to and they did it again. When I asked that they not do it again they just nodded and said "yeah, that's cool". At this point I'm even angrier, and the grandpa from the house came out to talk to us, which is when I kindly told him how I felt and mentioned that since we were nice before and his grand kids didn't care, we would call the cops next time.

Low and behold, after we and Italian Neighbors return from a long weekend, we find them out there again. We all walk out onto our lawns and stare at them, while SouthAF (Italian Neighbor's new wifey) calls the cops. Italian Neighbors gets in to a confrontation with the 5'5'' 130lbs. 18year old. And the only reason I know he's 18 is that he told IN that he was 18 and was a man and didn't have to involve any adult in the house. As he's in his tippy toes, of course.
We haven't had much of a problem since then. Which bring me to why I thought of all this again since it was months ago. I drive home from work, happy that I only worked 8 hours and not 10 again, and when I pull up to get my mail there are two young boys in a car, windows up, packing a bowl. There are kids playing at the park. Should I mention that I live in a nice neighborhood? If I was going to take my kid(s) to the park, and I saw 2-5 guys getting fucked up, would I feel comfortable to always come to that park. Nope. And the fact that it's in front of my house?

I talked to our little police department and asked them to cruise by when they can, just to make their presence known.

I mean c'mon, doesn't one of them have a friend with a parent that doesn't care if you do it at their house, or even just do it with you?
I'm getting old.

Why hello Monday...

It's almost 7PM, and I am still at work. Yay overtime I guess.

I have a lot to blog about, but no real time. So, yet to come will be too much vino, a fabulous wedding, and my high hopes for this weekend.

It's the biggest party of the year, yo...=)

Way Back...

Another Hump Day Way Back Wednesday.

Although things have been super busy for me (Today was a 12 hour work day), I find myself in a surprisingly good mood as of late. I also managed to drudge up a few pictures that go to my first WBW post. Check that here.

While I was looking for those gems, I came across this:
Can anybody seriously tell me that you would expect your small child to like this?? Have fun and smile with THIS hugging you? Come on now... If you could only see the look on my face. (Um, and is it me, or is he pawing my bosom? )


Just curious for all you parents, does Chucky Cheese still look like this? I assume in the last 25+ years he's bound to have had a makeover (or three). I remember Chucky Cheese having a dark theatre like setting, with huge mechanical heads coming up with spot lights on them singing loud songs, and holes cut in the wall like you were in a maze of Swiss Cheese...

No wonder my brother used to pull the heads off my barbies.

Busy Bee

Obviously I've started my new job.

It rocks. On a foggy morning, this is what I see on my way to work:




I'll take fog covered mountains and vineyards over a freeway any day- that and it takes about 12 minutes to get there from my house.

Speaking of my house, another reason I've been rather MIA from blogging recently is due to the fact that The Hubby is amazingly awesome and built the cabinet and bookshelf that I wanted for our office. I helped, (and by this I clearly mean holding something in place, observing as he used the nail gun, and giving wonderful advice), and it came out fantastic. Here's before we started:

What the hell would you do with this space? If we were to have the builders do their built-in cabinet and desk thingy it would have cost us over $1,500.00. Insane, especially since The Hubby is so damn handy. This is the result:

This pic was taken from my iPhone so it's not the greatest, but didn't he do an amazing job? It was his first cabinet and book case. The only thing missing is the handle, which we have but we need longer screws.

And that's all. I'll be trying not to go so long in between posts this time.

Holy Tired Monday

I am tired. I think I almost fell asleep driving to work this morning. I had my ten year high school reunion on Saturday, and despite it being a bit on the ghetto side, I am amazed at how much fun I had. To give you an idea of how things went, I took a few pictures. I'm sweet like that.


First off, The Hubby influenced me to wear a boob shirt, and it was boob-alicious. It was paired with my favorite heels, which conveniently got left at Innocent M's house, and no matter what she tells me I know she was trying to steal them.

Things started at Sushi with great intentions and quite innocently with a 22oz of deliciousness:

Mmmm, still makes my mouth water. I should note that I was smart enough to stay away from cocktails all night. Tequila shots on the other hand.....Well, let's just say that I felt I had to keep up the school spirit (because of this I was hangover free Sunday- yay!).

Since we all were overtaken by the amount of school spirit being slapped around, the beginning looked like this:

Which in turn led to this:

Now, I don't really condone this type of action, as it could have ended up not so great. On the flip side though, the couple in the car got a nice ass shot and she didn't have to walk across the parking lot in her heels. It ended up win-win I think.

When we got to the club from dinner we confabulated* with other fellow Alumni. For the most part people looked the same and a few people who looked a lot better and were probably late bloomers. My friend DTheMan, whom I've kept in touch with over the years, showed up straight from a wedding- tux and all. He joked about us being the only cool kids that decided to show up and proceeded to pick out who he wanted to bang. Yeah, he's classy.

There was a lot of things like this:

I bet you can't dance like that. What you can't see is that we also had our gangsta faces on too. The Hubby and I took a cab back to Innocent M's house, and I was able to see most of my good girlfriends that next day before we left town, as well as running into Sweetie and his girlfriend during brunch. No matter how big SR gets, it's still a small town when it's where you grew up.

*I originally used the word "canoodled" here, but upon looking it up to check my spelling I saw that it really means to "caress, fondle, or pet amorously"...yeah, not what we were doing, which is when I found the awesome word I replaced it with, which means to informally chat.

Since I'm so super busy at work today, I thought I'd toss out some really good text messages from the last few days. Made especially nice since I don't really text message much anymore.

"Thanks 4 letting me throw up on you again"

"...Pee on her face, that should work."

"....im gonna need 2 call u and tell u a rad idea i have about filming us punching people."

*Sigh* It doesn't feel like Friday, and I have way too much crap to do this weekend. I promise to have some great story about my high school reunion that's on Saturday. It should be interesting...or interestingly stupid.

Way Back Wendnesday

Welcome to the first edition of Way Back Wednesday. Happy Hump Day y'all.

For the first WBW I should introduce you to Innocent M. More likely than not you'll hear a lot about her on WBWs- she's been my constant partner in crime throughout life, not only because she's one of my best friends, but also because we're related and had no choice.

Firstly, I'd like to give you an idea of how cute and innocent Innocent M and I were when we were Wee Tots:

I didn't block the faces of this picture because a) how f-ing cute are our faces and how could I dare not show you, and b) it's not like I'm pimping out some body's baby on the Internet.

You may notice that Innocent M is chillin' rather care-free while I push her around. Don't let that fool you. As I was busy master-minding stupid shit while we were growing up, she fully participated in each and every thing- at least that's the way I remember it, and honestly, isn't that the only thing that matters?

Innocent M is not innocent. But don't tell her I told you.

When we were about 14 (we're less than a month apart), we found my mom's camera. This was before the digital era, and there was only a picture or two taken on the roll of film. Bored, we decided to have a photo shoot. We put on make-up and did our hair (crazy bangs and all) and sat outside grandma's backyard posing each other all afternoon.

How pissed off was my mom after developing the film- a full roll of 32 pictures and all she gets are shots of either Innocent M or I holding on to the rope swing, glancing down at the daisy in our hand, perched on a wooden fence...you get the gist.

I can't wait to scan the pictures and post a few, because you bet your sweet ass I still have some.

UPDATE: After a bit of a wait, here you go:

Innocent M

Moi

*When a Wednesday comes when I've been drinking for some reason, I'll post a WBW involving faux camping, boys, and being detained by the police.