Neighbors are FUN!

Oh wouldja look at that.  I’ve gone off somewhere again.  This time it was my completely insane brain nagging me with characters I wanted to design, so I spent 3 days making sims of them on Sims 3; writing biographies for them, all four generations of them, which tallied up to 13 sims.

 

Wait, no…yea..no. No they’re not.

Do you ever feel like even if you tried, you couldn’t possibly have good neighbors?  I’ve felt like that for a very, very long time. ^{(well, a long time for myself, at least)}

 

 

Where our neighbors live used to be owned by a church, then was rented out to people.  My parents always had problems with these people attempting to park in our grass, particularly after rainstorms, when the grass would be soggy and wet.  Eventually our current neighbors moved in, had a chain link fence put up (and attempted to make us pay for half of their idea), and (besides the fence thing) started out as okay neighbors.  Mind you, this is a long time ago, the above is all repeated from my parents’ recollection of events.  I may have gotten some events mixed up, if so, I’ll just come back and tell ya’ll that I edited!

 

So, over time, our neighbors decided to become terrible.  On Saturday and Sunday mornings, they would mow their grass obsessively at seven in the morning, and work on their vehicles with loud blaring music, in the morning.  When I say mow their grass obsessively, I mean every day they would take their riding lawnmower, and go around in circles around everything about a dozen times.  I thought I was bad when it came to being obsessive on stuff.  NO.  Not when compared to the other incredibly odd things my neighbor has done in the past(I swear he has an obsession with going in circles).  At some point 10 years ago, he had a motorcycle that he kept in his backyard.  Not a big deal.  Motorcycles, and anything two wheeled, really, are pretty cool.  Except when it is after 8 O’clock at night, and your neighbor looks like he came out of the movie Psycho; riding his motorcycle in CIRCLES around a tree, for about an hour.  Reading this back to myself, I even think that it’s made up, but sadly, nooooo.

 

Our neighbor has his own HVAC business, and eventually started piling old AC units and other garbage on our end of his yard.  What I mean is, he has a next door neighbor south of him, and us to the north.  He piled it on the north side of his yard!  With all the old AC units and such piled against the fence, he forgot to mention some metal wire had sort of gone through the chain linking, really low to the ground.  One day in a freaking hot summer, mowing the grass, I was met with the delightful sound of metal wire being sucked into the underside and around the blade of our mower.  It’s not a nice sound.  It’s like in a horror movie when an arm or leg is being fed to a machine and just chhhrrrxxxxxx.  You know what was really fun, was getting the wire out from the blade.  It had twisted around one blade several times, and around the base of the blades. 

 

About 3-4 years ago, our neighbors had a baby.  When that happened, some of the trash was cleaned out of their yard (HALLELUJAH).  (Now, imagine the rest of the post said in an extremely, arm flingin’, animated manner.)  But when she was old enough to walk and be irritating to the point of MURDER!! go outside, the babysitter would..OH MY GOD, just thinking about it makes me want to destroy them more than germified store children!  The babysitter was like a creeper staring out a window.  Whenever we would go outside and take Finnegan to the back with us, the babysitter would just magically decide to take the child (and a year or so later both girls) outside with her, to the neighbors back yard.  It was so freaking irritating.  All we wanted to do was sit in the back yard, under our umbrella, and maybe drink a little orange juice in the morning.  Could that happen? OF COURSE NOT.  The babysitter would allow the demon spawn to go up to the fence, and repeat over and over, and over again ‘Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, DOGGY DOGGY DOGGY DOGGY!!!’  Finn is a nice dog, but even he got extremely irritated by this.  IT happened every day, to the point where going outside wasn’t even fun, and we had moved all of our tables about 15 feet from the fence.  She still brought the spawn of hell out to the back with her, and not being able to lure our dog over to the fence, they started chunking large, mower ruining, rocks over and through the fence.  Babysitter, what did she do?  She didn’t stop them.  She let them keep saying DOGGY over and over again, and allowed them to put rocks on our side of the fence, which we so politely put back over on their side. 

 

The most recent thing that made me despise our neighbors even more (I have no idea how that’s possible), happened when we were all sick, on January 4th(or the 3rd, pshh time..).  This person working for our neighbor was using a front end loader, starting at 7 O’clock at night, to  ‘smooth out their driveway’.  Okay, fine, BUT why did you start at 7 instead of, oh, I dunno, noon?  It was so loud, (and we were still coughing and not getting much sleep) that my dad went up to the fence, just to ask what the guy was doing it. He said ‘Because the boss told him to.’  My dad asked if there was a problem like a pipe broke or something, and when he’d be done.  The guy answered just about any question with ‘I don’t know’, and ended up acting like some little brat saying to my dad ‘Why are you coming at me man, I don’t know you, you need to show me some respect.’  Then insinuating that he might just go till midnight if it ‘pissed us off’. Seriously?  Now, when I think of coming at someone in a threatening way, I think of reaching over the fence with a baseball bat in tow, and grabbing them by the throat so I can threaten them with the bat.  That, in my opinion, is coming at somebody.  Unfortunately, after the guy kept scratching away at the gravel driveway for another hour, and my dad calling our neighbor to ask him to see when the guy was going to actually stop, the neighbor called back.  My dad was friendly in the voicemails he left, but the neighbor was not friendly when he called back.  The phone wasn’t on speaker and we could hear him yelling at my dad.  Saying things like that guy is his brother-in-law and he’s known him for however long, when he’d known us for longer, and we’d been polite about everything they’d ever done.  He wouldn’t stop yelling at my dad, about dealing with us having fires (we have small campfires, big deal), and us not wanting power/cable company people driving on our grass (wow sue me), so my dad hung up.  For the next 2 weeks, the Driveway Man, as we call him now, kept ‘smoothing out the driveway’.  Yes, that’s right, 2 weeks. My 75 year old grandfather can smooth out, AT LEAST, a mile worth of dirt road at the deer lease we hunt on, in a day or two!!!   This is with no concrete patio-thing to base the height of the road on!  So, yeah, Driveway Man, I’ll show you some respect when you can straighten out a driveway in one day, instead of taking 2 weeks, or to top that, straighten a dirt road after a downpour washed it out! 

 

These neighbors, more so than the firework stand people, have made me sing a parody of Never Gonna Give You Up, in my head.  ‘I’m gonna dig a hole, dig it dee-eep. Gonna beat you up and throw you in there.  Gonna cover you up, plant some flow-wers, they’ll never fi-ind the bodies!!’ Yeah… *awkward 80’s dancing* -eye twitch-

Alright. *Woo-Sah*.  I’ll see ya’ll next week, but not Monday, cause it’s my birthday, I’m working, and I’ll be 20!! YEAH!!!!

 

Bye for now!

Ssssssss….BOOM! Ahhh, pretty!

Hello, sorry for my absence. I sometimes get days where I just want to sit around and play games/sleep all day. LOL

 

FIREWORKS!!

I don’t know how ya’ll do this in other States, or cities for that matter, but here in rural South Austin, Texas you can find at least four firework stands without traveling even a mile.

The fact that you’re not allowed to shoot off fireworks in the city doesn’t stop hundreds of people from buying bags of fireworks at the stands near me, nearly causing accidents as people rush in when it is close to the holidays.

 

Over the past few years, after getting our dog Finnegan, the whole fireworks thing started to get a wee bit annoying. Finnegan is very irritated by the sounds of fireworks when they shoot out of the tubes, or particularly when they make whistling noises. This causes him to get riled up: barking, running from one door to another, and basically becoming extremely agitated. The lot across the road from us has always been a pain, shining their huge lights towards our house, and letting their generators run into the night.  My dad has had to go there several times in the past ten years to ask them to point their lights at the ground(because why do you not want to light up your lot?), and request they don’t shoot fireworks in our direction. 

 

Usually, on the day after July 4th, we have to go around our yard to pick up bottle rocket shells(tubes?) and the casings that come off of saturns(whistley awesomeness).  Some of these people selling and buying the fireworks are so ignorant, that even when Fire Marshalls say no aerial fireworks due to drought, they still shoot em off!  Because the droughts can get so bad here, aerial fireworks could cause out-of-control grass fires. And trust me, there is plenty of grass around us that could catch fire in a dry summer.

 

Enough about droughts, it’s kinda depressing.  As I was saying, these firework stands can get super irritating.  So much so, that about 9-ish?(what is time?!?) years ago, we started driving down to Buda, Tx, to a place that during the off season sells trailers.  It’s a huge metal building with walls and walls of fireworks safe from the rain.  The most irritating thing that we always had to deal with, was the 80% chance that you would get a quarter bag of fireworks that were complete duds.  The fireworks stands would always leave their hinged windows open, even during a downpour.  This results in soggy, nasty, absolutely useless waste of money fireworks.

 

This past year, I’ve found myself wishing that the stupid people shooting fireworks off 50 feet (or less) from the stands would make the mistake that we made once, and that would be unstably stacking several already used fireworks.  This would result in the fireworks tipping over, shooting towards the stands, and ending with a HUGE fireworks show.  I know, I know, it sounds super evil, but I swear I don’t want anyone hurt, just the stands destroyed in a beautiful ball of pretty fire.   I’ve had much fun while I was sick envisioning the fireworks going off towards the stands, people running away, then as the stands explode in pops and whistles, a stray firework flies to the metal container that has extra fireworks in it, resulting in much more CHAOS!  -cough-  Well, that got out of hand quickly, lets just scratch over that…There! 

 

Okay, well thanks for reading! Tomorrow I shall rant some more!!

 

Byee…And yeah, I really do want to destroy the firework stands..

Oh, Hi there, Been a while.*kicks dirt* Don’t let me cough on you. :-3

GERMS-DUN DUN DUN-

You know what I love?  Germs.  Haha, wait oh no, that’s close to the top of my list of things I despise and want to throw into a ditch and burn.  -.-

Oh boy, what a fun story I have to tell all of ya’ll.  You know that cringe-y feeling you get when you hear someone cough even relatively close to you in a store/any place in public?  I get that too, so much that when I see a sale on Bath and Body Works’ scented hand sanitizers I like to buy at least enough to last a whole year….or two. 

Now, I don’t get sick very often, maybe a couple colds from the whole weather change and all that fun stuff in the past, when I was younger, and some strange thing from a germy cousin whose can of soda I drank out of.  That was an interesting thing that happened.  See, I was spending the day after Thanksgiving at a cousin’s house to play Sims 2 and other random stuff we wanted to do.  I had gotten a plastic cup and filled it with some delicious knock-off soda called Dr. B, while my cousin just had a can.  We were getting into the game, switching back and forth with who was going to have torturous control of these pixelated lives, and after a while, something so funny happened that we were both nearly on the floor laughing.  In that moment I was like ‘Woo, I’m thirsty’, and happened to grab the can.  Of course, right after, I was saying to her ‘Hey, did you have the can….’  She didn’t know she was sick with a tough little cold, or thought she was already over it.  Either way, I spent the next week with coughing and sneezing, going ‘Whyyyy’.  Although not the worst (no running down the hall to the toilet with my hand over my mouth) that had happened, it made me really cautious of germs everywhere.

 

It has been three weeks since my most recent incident, which just happened at the most wonderful time.  It was after working, I went into an H-E-B to go ahead and get a few goodies for baking desserts for Christmas, as it was December 19th, and the next week we would be making stuff.  I went inside, and in Austin we have this FREAKING awesome thing where you HAVE to have a reusable bag or pay for plastic/paper bags(like 20 cents each-.-), so as I got to the produce area, I noticed that I forgot the bags.  Crap! I abandoned my cart and ran all the way back out to the parking lot to get the bags from my Dad.  When I got back inside, everything was all good, my cart was where I left it and I just needed to call my Mom at home to see if there was anything else we needed.  As I was speaking with my Mom, someone had parked their cart-car-for-kids-thing about 3-4 feet away from me with a 7 year old girl in it.  Just a handful of words into talking with my Mom, this kid open mouth coughed.  And when I say open mouth, I mean like you’re ready to suck in air to blow out candles open mouthed.  I looked around for the owner of the obviously disease ridden thing that had coughed loudly and openly until I DEATH GLARED at her, to no avail.  That’s right, a (as I would later find out) sick kid, was just dumped off near the fruit by some imbecile, and I couldn’t find them anywhere in the vicinity.  Not much more than 30 minutes later, at the end and after my shopping experience, I started to feel this tiny little tickle at the back of my throat.  I had that little voice in the back of my head, nudging me, telling me this was going to be bad, sooooo bad.  That voice talked me into taking 2k milligrams of  Vitamin C when we got home, before dinner.  Of course, the next morning at work I found out that it wouldn’t help me much. 

 

By the next morning, I felt like utter and complete CRAP.  I felt lousy, weak, and tired.  I tried to help as best I could, since we were finishing shingling a repair for a customer, but I found that lifting a 5 pound can of roofing nails felt like I was trying to bench 300 lbs.  My Dad eventually finished up, and we went home.  From that point, it just went downhill.  I took a shower, trying to get up the phlegm I had trapped in my lungs, and trying to keep myself from feeling cold.  Saturday and Sunday went by in a blur with me reaching a fever of 102 F and fluctuating between that and 99F.  Some point on Sunday morning/night I had accidentally coughed on my Mom, so she had some of it, but not as bad as myself with the 2-day fever and coldness bit.  We figured we weren’t going to do anything but sit in sad sickness on Christmas, seeing as we were supposed to make gifts for everyone, and we had all gotten sick by Tuesday the 24th.  Sleep was hard to come by, since every 15 minutes I would take too deep a breath and start into a cough attack.  Relatives brought their gifts and food over, since for the past few days we had eaten just a couple cups of broth, and pretty much anything else prior to the Christmas foods had tasted like eating salt blocks, unless it was potatoes.  Fried, baked or mashed potatoes were the greatest thing after four days of no solid anything, just broth…or Theraflu, yuck.

 

Eventually the fever part went away, dragging Christmas celebrations with it as time just kept on moving like lightning.  For about half of another week, the upper-respiratory phlegm thing was so bad that it hurt for us to take deep breaths.  New Years came flashing by soon enough, and we were still cooped up inside.  We were peering out the windows like Sméagol  every time fireworks went off, and I took to apologizing every five minutes for not remembering those bags when I first ran in the store.  There’s no guaranteeing that I wouldn’t have been coughed on at some other point, like while I was picking my boxes of baking butter, or while perusing the baking aisle for the goodies I needed. 

 

During all of this sickliness, I’ve been imagining all of the ways to torture and wound these imbeciles who bring their sickly children who cough EVERYWHERE into stores.  I’ve considered carrying oranges around to throw at the parents’ heads, or just throwing them all in a pit and filling it with Theraflu.  Maybe take the Sam Puckett route from iCarly and butter sock them in the faces until they swear to NEVER take sick children anywhere ever again.  I’ve also found out how far I can go into Gross-Ville with this sickness, since in the beginning I was so weak and tired all the time that the thought of showering at all, was just…like a horror movie in my mind.  I went for so long, that I think the layer of oils on my hair was like an inch thick, and don’t get me started on underarm hair.  I went for four days.  FOUR DAYS without even just, I don’t know, shaving my underarms.  I was getting reeeeeeeally close to the point of learning to braid it (KIDDING, but not really). 

 

Back onto the point of these horrible parents, why?!  What in the world makes you think taking your sick kid into the store is a good idea?  It’s obvious that they’re sick when they’re coughing that loud with the raspy phlegm sound at the end of the cough.  Do these people realize how irresponsible they are?  How can you not teach your kids about covering their face?  HAVE you HEARD of a babysitter?  I bet you that at LEAST 10 other people, besides myself, got this sickness from just that one cough near the fruits.  To make things worse, I heard several more coughs while I was wandering through the store.  And another thing!  If you’re the manager of a store, would you ask these people, who are letting their children cough EVERYWHERE, to leave the store?  After a conversation with my Mema(grandmother), my father found that the manager of a new small grocery/supermarket near us told a woman with several sick kids to please leave, while my Mema was in the store.  I was amazed.  Why doesn’t anyone else do this?!  Do they, in other stores, realize how much sickness you could prevent?

 

So here I am now, three weeks later, finishing writing this near noon, and I’m actually able to go out in public without fear of being contagious(though phlegm still is being my lung buddy).  Middle of last week, my lungs stopped being pained with deep breaths, and I actually am back to showering like a normal human!  If after reading all this you’re thinking, ‘What is phlegm?’ Click Here, (do it, do it, do it) but you might not want to, phlegm looks gross (do it, do it, do it. Stop it <_<).  I’m actually slowly getting back to working, although this polar vortex had made it really hard to stay warm and well.  But man does time fly when you’re having germs!

 

Thanks so much for reading my rant/story about these buttholes who like to take sick people around with them.  Aaaaaand I’ll see you again before the weekend!  BYE!