Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Stars and Stripes, Forever!
I saw this at Cake Wrecks, and had to go to YouTube and find it and share it with you all. That's just the way I roll, it's all about the giving, and the taking, and the sharing. This is just awesome. Happy Independence Day, America! Woot!
A change in plans
I just had the most wonderful day, and none of it went the way I had originally expected.
I got to spend it with family, and we had a great time even though thunderstorms canceled out swimming, the party my son was supposed to go to, having an outdoor picnic, and the town fireworks.
The highlight of my day may have been this little angel sleeping in my arms for a half an hour. Pure joy.
I got to spend it with family, and we had a great time even though thunderstorms canceled out swimming, the party my son was supposed to go to, having an outdoor picnic, and the town fireworks.
The highlight of my day may have been this little angel sleeping in my arms for a half an hour. Pure joy.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Actions speak louder than words
Remember my landlord, Douchey McDoucherson and the parking situation? I have never said a word to him in 3-1/2 years about it. But my nieces and sister are pretty vocal when they come over and can't find a place to park in our huge driveway, so maybe he overheard them.
I was out weeding my garden last Friday when Douchey came out to tell me that he had placed a big red bulls-eye on the concrete planter at the edge of my garden next to the trellis. He said he put it there so his son would have somewhere to aim when parking his car. He thought his son was parking too close to my car, which I didn't think was the problem but I kept my mouth shut. Remember that he came to me about this.
Douchey explained that with my car on the far right, and his son's car on the far left, his wife could still park next to the son's car and there would be enough room for "that girl" when she comes over. "That girl" being either of my adult nieces. Both come over EVERY Tuesday and assorted other times. (Totally off subject - he still calls my son Jeremy, which has not even once been his name in the 3-1/2 years that we've lived here.)
There is also plenty of room in front of the garage where Douchey keeps his new car, but no one dares park there for some dark unspoken reason. I'm guessing it's mostly because he's a douchebag.
Since last Friday, every time Mrs. McDoucherson has parked her minivan she has pulled head in - in the middle of the space between the son's car and mine - diagonally. Only the tiniest of cars could possibly fit on either side of her. I don't know if it's passive-aggressive, malicious or just stupid. One of my nieces thinks it's malicious. The other thinks Douchey told her how he wanted her to park and this is her way of rebelling against him, or maybe even against me. She always seems nice enough when we talk, which really isn't that often.
Tuesday night, one of my nieces sardined her car between the minivan and my car. I thought for sure she was going to have her daughters hit the minivan with their doors on purpose, but thankfully that wasn't the case. The other niece just parked on the street. While outside, one of the little nieces asked why and my older niece yelled at the top of her lungs, "cause there isn't any room to park in the driveway!".
Last night while in the kitchen making dinner, I saw the minivan pull in - driven by Douchey. I thought to myself, "Oh goody! He's backing it in - he's going to show his wife how it should be done!"
Say it with me now, "What a fucking douchebag..."
I was out weeding my garden last Friday when Douchey came out to tell me that he had placed a big red bulls-eye on the concrete planter at the edge of my garden next to the trellis. He said he put it there so his son would have somewhere to aim when parking his car. He thought his son was parking too close to my car, which I didn't think was the problem but I kept my mouth shut. Remember that he came to me about this.
Douchey explained that with my car on the far right, and his son's car on the far left, his wife could still park next to the son's car and there would be enough room for "that girl" when she comes over. "That girl" being either of my adult nieces. Both come over EVERY Tuesday and assorted other times. (Totally off subject - he still calls my son Jeremy, which has not even once been his name in the 3-1/2 years that we've lived here.)
There is also plenty of room in front of the garage where Douchey keeps his new car, but no one dares park there for some dark unspoken reason. I'm guessing it's mostly because he's a douchebag.
Since last Friday, every time Mrs. McDoucherson has parked her minivan she has pulled head in - in the middle of the space between the son's car and mine - diagonally. Only the tiniest of cars could possibly fit on either side of her. I don't know if it's passive-aggressive, malicious or just stupid. One of my nieces thinks it's malicious. The other thinks Douchey told her how he wanted her to park and this is her way of rebelling against him, or maybe even against me. She always seems nice enough when we talk, which really isn't that often.
Tuesday night, one of my nieces sardined her car between the minivan and my car. I thought for sure she was going to have her daughters hit the minivan with their doors on purpose, but thankfully that wasn't the case. The other niece just parked on the street. While outside, one of the little nieces asked why and my older niece yelled at the top of her lungs, "cause there isn't any room to park in the driveway!".
Last night while in the kitchen making dinner, I saw the minivan pull in - driven by Douchey. I thought to myself, "Oh goody! He's backing it in - he's going to show his wife how it should be done!"
Say it with me now, "What a fucking douchebag..."
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Wordless Wednesday Part the Second
Here is where I was exactly one year ago - Perkin's Cove, Maine. I'm so jealous of myself...
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