Even the small things suck. Like for instance our ceiling is caving in from all the rain that we are having. We called the roofing guys to come and they did... (5 hours late) and did an assessment. They told us that they would be back at 8:30 am the next morning to start the job. Not only did they not show up, but they wont even return our phone calls. Meanwhile it is pouring again and instead of being worry free about the ceiling, we just have to watch it cave in more. This is what I mean by people SUCKING. Nobody does a good job anymore. Another example is today I thought I would look on Pets finder for a dog that might be nice to adopt for our son. I was really just looking... I don't think I'm ready for a dog just yet. Anyway, I find these urgent listings of dogs that are going to be gassed in the next 24 hours if they don't find someone to foster them. There isn't anything wrong with these dogs.... well that's a lie, actually there was one dog with tumors all over it, and the other dog had something wrong with its eyelids. The owners just dump them in front of the gassing house to die. People are so un responsible I can't stand it! People are so unloving. I hate it all... it makes me so angry, how people SUCK. I have noticed that people have become ruder at work too.... people that are supposed to be helping you... don't. Or I have noticed that people are almost shocked when I say a simple please or thank you and make eye contact. Simple life skills.... I have noticed to be gone from the American people. Instead I see fat, sweaty pigs walking around soaking up the atmosphere doing nothing to contribute to society, or humanity. They are just giant lumps of nothing- they take take take.... never give, or add, or help.. I think these types of people should be dumped off at a shelter to sit in cages seeing if someone might want to adopt them... most likely no. Oh well... they were useless to this earth anyway.
Maybe this is why teenagers riot. I mean look at all the angry things I am saying... look at the hate I have. I don't know if teenagers are that contrived however... I think they just do it because they are bored and their parents suck.
That's another good topic.... What is the deal with the kids today? Why are they so rude?! They have no manners towards their elders or their parents. Most of the kids that I have met are spoiled brats. They have been given everything they desire to shut them up, or to give them something to do. "Here Violet, I got you this game boy, ok now go play" Meanwhile Violet would have been just as happy to go to a theme park with her parents for the day. In fact I bet the memory would have lasted longer. I rarely meet a kid now-a days that is normal. If they are nice, then they are weird.... they are sexually weird... like boy's that act like girls, Girls that act like boys.... you know the emo sensitive types. Meanwhile, I am raising my son in all of this, and I'm scared.
I just want a farm!!! That's all.... some land. I want to grow a vegetable garden. I want a painting studio, or artist studio. I want large open pastures for my goats, horses, chickens, and cow to roam. I want a little bit of forest for my boy to run and play in. I want there to be a stream nearby for tubing, or canoeing. I don't want to be able to see my neighbor. Speaking of neighbors... that's another thing that sucks. Our neighbors are so Politically Correct. Harry and Eileen are their names. They had 3 boys. Tommy, Billy, and Mikey. Notice how all three names have a "Y" on the end. So gay. Anyway, the boys have left the next and now it's just the two love birds alone in their perfect house, with their perfect yard, and their perfect stainless steal gas grill. Harry grills some amazing smelling steaks and the two love birds sit outside drinking wine and eating their well cooked means while chatting feverishly to each other. Did you hear that? What in hell are they talking about?? That's what I want to know. They have been married for like 20 something years, they work together, they have no other friends that I have ever seen. What in hell are they talking about?? I have been married for 2 years and have nothing to say to my husband, except "can you do this?" blah blah blah. Harry is weird. He is 6' something. Tall enough to see over the fence diving our yards. I am up early with the boy like 6:30ish... and by 7:30 I am outside smoking a cigarette and contemplating how the world is going to end when I see Harry walking up the back of his back yard... what is he doing?? Why is he up so early? Why does he always walk to his back yard? I know that they just got this composed pit.... oh it just dawned on me, maybe he is going to dump his breakfast in the compost bin.... duh.... either that or he wants to make sure that the dead bodies of his former friends aren't reeking havoc through the ground. So anyway, Harry is a strange bow- legged tall man that I am scared to death of. When I was a child I was pushing his retarded son Tommy (who is now the CEO of something fabulous) on the swing, I did an under dog, you know like when you run under the swing? and your supposed to hold onto the chains of the swing. Anyway, retarded Tommy let go and fell off the swing and got the wind knocked out of him... You have never seen Harry run so fast. He yelled at me to go home, picked up his wimpy son and carried indoors as if I had chopped his hand off! I have hated that man ever since. I am never going to forget that Harry you mean man.... think you can bully me around... well I think not, because now I'm writing about how weird you are on my blog. HA. and if you are reading this, thank you for the tomatoes from your garden the other day. They were nice.
Anyway, onto my other neighbor. Big Anne (Nana) Little Anne (The daughter) and Elizabeth Anne (the granddaughter) all living together in the same house... on and Betty the nurses Aid that cares for Nanna. Nana is like 100 something... but back when she was 80 or 90 she would wait for my mother to come home, go upstairs and turn on the light.... yeah that's right... Nana would wait... like a vulture. for my mom. My brother is scared shitless of Nana... that buzzard looking out her window the way she does... you don't have a chance. He stopped mowing the front lawn, because she would yell out her window to chop down a branch off that bush... or say hello to your mother type of thing... it was creepy. You can almost always see her silhouette in the window. The nest part is that she can see into our bathroom...So she no doubt has seen us all naked at some point. Ugh I don't even want to think of that. Her daughter little anne is a piece of work too. She once was my idle... but over the years I lost my love for her. She was a New Yorker that met this sceevy guy, married him, and had their daughter (with missing fingers and toes) . Steve was his name- he was a real piece of work. He beet Anne up when she was pregnant and never told her about this horrible birth defect that he carries.... the missing fingers and toes. Anyway, Anne had to leave him and rushed back to PA to live her mom. Nana. She has been her for almost 18 years now. My mother was very close to them at one point. They once came over for dinner parties and such... but then my rabbit got out and their dog killed it, and they just left a cold message on our machine to come get our rabbit... which was dead on their doorstep. fucked up I know. Ever since then my mom hasn't really talked to them that much. I even invited them to our wedding and they never came.
Neighbors are weird... and that's why I don't want them around. It could be worse... we could have neighbors from hell... with our you just have to watch what you say... watch what you do, I mean you cant go outside naked. Isn't that what life's about? You should be able to walk around naked on your own property.
Anyway, I'm totally rambling now.... I just get angry about everything. I even just got mad looking through the main line magazine... looking at these rich people sitting in their mansions, riding their horses, driving their nice cars, having dinner parties, and catered events.... must be nice.... or maybe no matter how much money you have, life isn't that great. Would love to live in the shoes of millionaire for a week.... just to see if I was in fact happier being poor or rich.