Sorry to report that I didn't make it to the tacky Christmas sweater party. After getting off work and making it to my grandparents house, I had already slid across the road twice in 4-wheel drive. The party was to be held off of a ridiculously curvy road, which = party no go...
Sometimes animals are a pain in the arse...Sadie (the dog) will now run away when you let her out to go use the bathroom facilities. So you have to leash her and take her to potty. She is quite stubborn though and refuses to go, after whining at the front door for five minutes. Frustrating! Then, Banjo (the cat) will meow at the door when he needs out, you let him out and he wanders around and comes back. He is the perfect dog trapped in a cat's body. He even tries to eat the dog food. I hear a noise in the kitchen, go in and find his little tail swishing back and forth out from the top of the dog food bag. He is sneaky.
I am thinking I need to tackle Christmas cards today. Best to get an early start or half of them won't get mailed out, just like last year.
So about two months ago, I got new neighbors that moved into the house across the street. I got quite excited at the prospect of having
normal people live around me. (A few months back I had the most juvenile teenybopper couple you could ever imagine. They fought all of the time, which I could hear through my walls. There is a good twenty feet between the houses. Plus, they had a baby that would just flat out wail when they fought. That was the part that made me sad. I couldn't believe these two
adults didn't know any better than that. They finally got evicted and all was peaceful again due to two of the three houses around being vacant.)
So anyway, new neighbors move in across the street. The two women were odd. They just stared at me when I went outside. I waived, they stared. Talk about un-friendly. Let me also mention that they are from Michigan. SO, I try really hard to be nice. Sadie runs over to their yard one day, and I go chase her. Apologizing all over myself for her behavior, they in turn, coddle their BIG chow dog that was snapping and growling and completely ignored me. Now I am pissed. So I drag Sadie back home and find a note reminder on my door. I think to myself, "This is odd. Wonder what it could be?!" It was a note from the sanitation department that told me I needed to keep my garbage cans out of visible sight. I've never, in my three years of living here, ever gotten this notice and I leave my garbage cans in the same place. So I call my uncle, he tells me that someone had to have complained about it for them to leave that note. Guess who??? Yep, it was them. Then, I have animal control driving up and down the street for the next week (who just so happens is another uncle of mine). He lets me know that they are trying to get all of the animals that wander around. AKA Banjo...He tells me that he'll keep an eye out and make sure Banjo doesn't get picked up though. I guess that was the silver lining. The sharks across the street didn't know I had connections. But who do they think they are? Trying to run me out? I own mine and they just rent. I am staying friendly and amicable for now, but three strikes and I'll dust off my game face and go into full on attack mode. Their chow dog escaped and somehow managed to get tangled in my basement last week. It was last Sunday to be exact. The couple get home and one of them run over and are apologizing profusely, Queen Bee (the other one), is standing in her front yard and doesn't say one word. She is the un-friendly of the two. But now, a week later, still no waive back. Mom said I need to show them some southern hospitality. Take them a pie and tell them, "I don't know how ya'll do it up north, but down here we are nice to our neighbors and calling and reporting me to every authority in the city isn't nice." I don't think this will fly. I was also supposed to tell them that they are giving lesbians everywhere a bad image. Probably not gonna tell them that either. Maybe I'll just send them a Christmas card. Spread some Christmas cheer and get them out of their neighbor hating funk. Yep, that sounds like a winner!
Well, I best be on my way. Today is the day I get all of my ducks in a row. :)
Note: Kind of ironic... This morning, I read a funny blog about smoke detector escapades and laugh out loud. I then write my blog and depart to make one of those yummy sandwiches I mentioned with tomatoes (I found awesome ones at the grocery store). I'm making my sandwich and put it in my toaster oven, and sparks shoot out of the thing. My sandwich was touching one of the coils. So I relocate it to the middle. A minute later, my smoke detector goes off. It's in my bedroom, but not directly over the bed. I am fanning the air around the daggon thing to make it stop and trying not to whack my head on the ceiling fan blades. I got it stopped, but thought to myself, "now there is a healthy dose of karma." I laugh at her antics and then end up in the same flippin' boat :)
Happy Monday, Blogger Buddies!
