It never ends

When I started this blog, I really had no idea what it was about. Was it to be about my daily adventures in food? Nah, I'm not that creative and Goof gets rather staid in his tastes. Also I'd have to drive into Atlanta almost daily to get some of the really interesting ingredients the bubble just don't carry. So was it to be about work? Well I don't know, I don't work right now. What about school? If I was really honest with myself, school would take up all my time studying, or I would be procrastinating by reading some trashy novel. It's not about sewing. After a while, I get bored making the same things over and over again, in my quest to understand how fabrics, patterns, and alterations work. What does that leave me with? My constant complaining about the neighbors.

This blog is my rant against rednecks, hill billies, and basically trashy people with no concept of homeowners' pride. The rednecks have torn up their yard from the golf cart. The snow we had this weekend didn't help it any. Goof looked out the front windows Sunday night and saw 3 adults sitting on the roof smoking. Smoking what, we don't want to know. When they were done, they crawled back into the bedroom window. Go figure.

Sunday night, I got a text message on my phone. It was from Droopy. Someone called her husband's phone, and she assumed it was me. I text back, it was not me, and that her son came over Sat and I had taken care of him in his lack of snow preparations. Oh and he asked to take a shit in my house again. She got rather snippy. How can a person get snippy when they weren't there? Oh yea, I forgot she is a know it all, and invisible. She was there, I just didn't see her. The simple fact was that her son had no hat, frozen his fingers, and feet. I let him warm his fingers up, spared an extra pair of gloves, and gave him hot chocolate. He wanted in my house because his feet were numb, and I started to get pissed when he went grabbing for toys. I sent him home with the explicit directions to take his jacket, and change his socks for another 2 pair. I had no socks for him, or shoes. Not my problem if he's only got one pair. A bit of a snark, I told her she was welcome for checking on his welfare. Which led to another pissy text. AJ earlier in the week, had apologized to the kid for being rude to him. Not a 'hey let's be friends and hang out again thing' This kid has to force his way into a home. Go find another home to harass. This was the reasoning her kid took to come over and start his shit all over again? Hello, learn from your fucking mistakes. I was nice to you, in being a civil human. Your mother could learn to apologize. She sent another text telling me in her way that I was acting superior. Hello bitch, I'm not superior. I am an Elitist. You know, work hard and do right, to earn what you have? I'm proud of what I have, and I work for it. I didn't bother replying. As soon, as the first text had come from her, it made my blood pressure rise. I don't need a heart attack because of her. Goof was pretty amazed by the assholery this woman can accomplish.