I am now ready to do battle with the alcoholic neighbor.
I have his plat and deed, my plat and deed and the surveyor is coming out to re-establish the corners of my property.
He has utterly used up my patience. 6 years of nonsense I have had to put up with.
No more.
Now if he so much as puts a toe on my property I will call the law in.
If he so much as looks at me cross-eyed - I will sue him.
I am done with his nasty rude behavior. I am tired of being harassed. I am tired of my boys being harassed. If his wife can't get a handle on his behavior than I will.
If he still will not stop ..
I intend to rent my house out to the local bad-boy-biker chapter and ask them to party hardy boys.
My nerves are so raw right now - I've lost weight again.
Why this jerk insists on being a .. Jerk .. Is beyond me.
Might have to do with the fact I told him to get off my property the last time he came over drunk and inquired about my sex life and lack of male companionship. Or it might have to do with the fact his septic tank is spewing sewage because his lines are to crapped out and he needs to run new ones and my property looks so inviting?.
Whatever his reasons are I am done with it.
He picked on the wrong woman to try to get one over on.
Friday
Monday
must be spring
Sounds and smells of simple Things
rooster crowing early in the morning
a quail and its eerie, mournful song, muted in the fog laying heavy on the ground
laugher coming from the guys and their friends sitting around the bonfire in the back
the heavy, musky incense of the wisteria that is dripping with lavender
the heady aroma of the first bud from the Anastasia rose bush the guys gave me last year on mom day
the earthy odor of cow manure as farmers plow fields for corn
the green-ness of a freshly mown lawn during a gentle rain
rooster crowing early in the morning
a quail and its eerie, mournful song, muted in the fog laying heavy on the ground
laugher coming from the guys and their friends sitting around the bonfire in the back
the heavy, musky incense of the wisteria that is dripping with lavender
the heady aroma of the first bud from the Anastasia rose bush the guys gave me last year on mom day
the earthy odor of cow manure as farmers plow fields for corn
the green-ness of a freshly mown lawn during a gentle rain
Tuesday
Saturday
he said
Society-the selfconsuming dragon
Outside emotion.broken promises.lies.companion.end.pattern.poison.mind.oppresor.meager.
juststartedbutalready over?raw.violence.public orginization.why.patience almost done.spreadinfect.fester.diease.society.mirror.infect.LOVE.
oppression-negative previal.but what for?novel literature +
public= media violence demon love hate WHY? pain love SWAMP. confusionrules over chaos.media.destruction.hope?guilty?someonknowswhy.
Ignorance.evil.sheep.sheppherddemonguide,want,need.greedrules.
over.rules!money=corruption-by unchallenged
power=money.iilusionsliesmoney.greed.greed.infect.weapons.Freedom?
serious doubts forming.WAR-uglybeast-
peace=detailed fanticism LOVE?why--thebogisso confusing-Massknowledge by controlled propaganda truth is rarely
commonly agreed upon,greed,hate,LOVEguilt.falling shortofexpectations,only torewrite them.your love fuels the beast.my hate gives it energy the great knowledge is shared only to come on COMPLETE DE-EVOLUTION by mass suicide,not the suicide of one but of ALL SOCIETY
by jordan beaumont P
Number two son at age 13.
I found this on a slip of paper in a pile of books. I was blown away. He gave it to me. Just WoW is all I can say.
Outside emotion.broken promises.lies.companion.end.pattern.poison.mind.oppresor.meager.
juststartedbutalready over?
oppression-negative previal.but what for?novel literature +
Ignorance.evil.sheep.sheppherddemonguide,want,need.greedrules.
over.rules!money=corruption-by unchallenged
power=money.iilusionsliesmoney.greed.greed.infect.weapons.Freedom?
peace=detailed fanticism
commonly agreed upon,greed,hate,LOVEguilt.falling shortofexpectations,only to
by jordan beaumont P
Number two son at age 13.
I found this on a slip of paper in a pile of books. I was blown away. He gave it to me. Just WoW is all I can say.
Kate
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My two oldest boys paternal grandmother is one of the most beautiful woman I have had the honor of meeting in my life. She has been through more "hells" in her life than I could imagine. Her perception of the world and her place in it has been horrific. For her. Yet she has remained a very caring and kind woman.
How she has chosen to deal with her connection to this planet and the people she comes into contact with on a daily basis, has been an influence on how I deal with my own "perceived" thoughts about people and how I interact or react to others.
(but I have a temper. And a real evil one >.< Therefore my mouth is active when it knows better.)
I have known kate for over 20 years and she just turned 73.
i believe her soul is old and her heart is big.
it amazes me to think we have watched each other grow.
Through my own personnel "hells", I have watched how she has dealt with her "skewed" view of the world. And yes, it is "skewed".
Every Black man, Mexican, Fat Woman (she is obsessed with her weight, health, poop habits), is perceived by her, as a threat to her well being.
She was losing touch with reality when I first met her; back when my oldest was born, and it has deteriorated over the years.
She maintains as long as people leave her alone, but that can not happen as she unwittingly sets herself up for people to ridicule her.
She is obsessed with her "evils" of this world.
She once sang big band, had a job as an airline stewardess and worked for aafes for 20 some odd years. She still at 73 attends college, takes choir classes, sings in church, just to many interests to be listed.
She is an amazing woman.
I only hope I can hold onto my kindness and warmth as I age as well as she has.
Bless you Kate for being a part of my life.
My two oldest boys paternal grandmother is one of the most beautiful woman I have had the honor of meeting in my life. She has been through more "hells" in her life than I could imagine. Her perception of the world and her place in it has been horrific. For her. Yet she has remained a very caring and kind woman.
How she has chosen to deal with her connection to this planet and the people she comes into contact with on a daily basis, has been an influence on how I deal with my own "perceived" thoughts about people and how I interact or react to others.
(but I have a temper. And a real evil one >.< Therefore my mouth is active when it knows better.)
I have known kate for over 20 years and she just turned 73.
i believe her soul is old and her heart is big.
it amazes me to think we have watched each other grow.
Through my own personnel "hells", I have watched how she has dealt with her "skewed" view of the world. And yes, it is "skewed".
Every Black man, Mexican, Fat Woman (she is obsessed with her weight, health, poop habits), is perceived by her, as a threat to her well being.
She was losing touch with reality when I first met her; back when my oldest was born, and it has deteriorated over the years.
She maintains as long as people leave her alone, but that can not happen as she unwittingly sets herself up for people to ridicule her.
She is obsessed with her "evils" of this world.
She once sang big band, had a job as an airline stewardess and worked for aafes for 20 some odd years. She still at 73 attends college, takes choir classes, sings in church, just to many interests to be listed.
She is an amazing woman.
I only hope I can hold onto my kindness and warmth as I age as well as she has.
Bless you Kate for being a part of my life.
Friday
bird?
my neighbor to the west of me is one of those good ole, southern, country boy type of guys. he gets up and goes to bed, I'm sure, with a beer can in his hand.
he staggers around, yelling at anything and everything, especially his dogs out back, with a beer can in his hand.
few years back he had prostate cancer and bet he had a beer can in his hand from sunrise to sunset.
how do I know this you ask?
I actually stopped going outside to just "dig" on this third of an acre I worked so hard to pay off so fast, because of him.
I know, I know but it was, just - after a couple of years of having to listen to him and his yelling, his heavily accented, slurred speech and his drunken mannerisms, his offering my then "teen" guys cases of beer "and" having to endure the "visiting" with him on my front porch and him eventually saying words that, in my mind, were not proper for a married man to say to the single neighbor lady.
I just don't like drunks. That's all.
now the older couple that owned the house before the good ole boy, were more my speed. Quiet, friendly - but not invasive, respectful, mind their own business. All that stuff that has to do with manners .. And dignity.
so anyway, one of my kids girlfriend and I were outside cutting down the small tree that decided to grow up over the septic tank and we hear the good ole southern boy out back yelling at his dogs.
the kids and I had figured out years ago he was happiest when he was out there yelling at his dogs, with a beer can in his hand. so we pretty much just got to the point we would ignore it.
once in awhile his yelling would be especially loud or abrasive and it would get my attention. I came so close, a couple of times, to calling the animal humane society and asking them to come see how abused his dogs were.
so we are out cutting the tree down and he is out back yelling at his dogs. I am ignoring this, of course, I'm used to it by now, but this is the first time the girlfriend had heard it.
"what is he yelling about?" she asks.
"he is yelling at his dogs, he abuses them." I told her.
she walks over a little closer to his yard and stands there listening, than busts out laughing.
I'm thinking "wow, she is weird if she thinks him abusing his dogs is funny. Dunno about her."
so she walks back to me and says "he is training them."
"huh. Training? How the hell you train a dog by yelling at them?"
"he's yelling "bird .. bird" than he flaps his arms, claps and yells "bird, bird"
and here I thought he was doing the drunken slurring his words dance every morning for the last 7 years. jeez. ummmm.
he staggers around, yelling at anything and everything, especially his dogs out back, with a beer can in his hand.
few years back he had prostate cancer and bet he had a beer can in his hand from sunrise to sunset.
how do I know this you ask?
I actually stopped going outside to just "dig" on this third of an acre I worked so hard to pay off so fast, because of him.
I know, I know but it was, just - after a couple of years of having to listen to him and his yelling, his heavily accented, slurred speech and his drunken mannerisms, his offering my then "teen" guys cases of beer "and" having to endure the "visiting" with him on my front porch and him eventually saying words that, in my mind, were not proper for a married man to say to the single neighbor lady.
I just don't like drunks. That's all.
now the older couple that owned the house before the good ole boy, were more my speed. Quiet, friendly - but not invasive, respectful, mind their own business. All that stuff that has to do with manners .. And dignity.
so anyway, one of my kids girlfriend and I were outside cutting down the small tree that decided to grow up over the septic tank and we hear the good ole southern boy out back yelling at his dogs.
the kids and I had figured out years ago he was happiest when he was out there yelling at his dogs, with a beer can in his hand. so we pretty much just got to the point we would ignore it.
once in awhile his yelling would be especially loud or abrasive and it would get my attention. I came so close, a couple of times, to calling the animal humane society and asking them to come see how abused his dogs were.
so we are out cutting the tree down and he is out back yelling at his dogs. I am ignoring this, of course, I'm used to it by now, but this is the first time the girlfriend had heard it.
"what is he yelling about?" she asks.
"he is yelling at his dogs, he abuses them." I told her.
she walks over a little closer to his yard and stands there listening, than busts out laughing.
I'm thinking "wow, she is weird if she thinks him abusing his dogs is funny. Dunno about her."
so she walks back to me and says "he is training them."
"huh. Training? How the hell you train a dog by yelling at them?"
"he's yelling "bird .. bird" than he flaps his arms, claps and yells "bird, bird"
and here I thought he was doing the drunken slurring his words dance every morning for the last 7 years. jeez. ummmm.
Tuesday
Gift of Life
Heifer International
gift giving at it's finest.
what better way to show your love than giving a gift of life.
water buffalo
llama
flock of chicks
flock of ducks
heifer
many animals to choose from.
you can give either all or a share of a gift.
i know i feel better giving a gift of this nature.
gift giving at it's finest.
what better way to show your love than giving a gift of life.
water buffalo
llama
flock of chicks
flock of ducks
heifer
many animals to choose from.
you can give either all or a share of a gift.
i know i feel better giving a gift of this nature.
Saturday
idiots
dude buys a beer.
shake my head time.
he pops the top walking out of the store then jumps into his car and takes off down the road.
what the idiot didn't realize was, there was a policeman parked around the corner of the store writing up a report from a stop he had just done - not 15 mins ago.
i watched him help push a huge orange pumpkin on wheels off to the side of the main road.
no clue. didn't ask.
what i am totally clueless about is why this dude, after getting off work and waiting that long to get to the store to buy this beer, couldn't just "WAIT" to drink that damn beer.
than we have a couple dudes that buy beer before work. at 5am ????
whatever.
shake my head time.
he pops the top walking out of the store then jumps into his car and takes off down the road.
what the idiot didn't realize was, there was a policeman parked around the corner of the store writing up a report from a stop he had just done - not 15 mins ago.
i watched him help push a huge orange pumpkin on wheels off to the side of the main road.
no clue. didn't ask.
what i am totally clueless about is why this dude, after getting off work and waiting that long to get to the store to buy this beer, couldn't just "WAIT" to drink that damn beer.
than we have a couple dudes that buy beer before work. at 5am ????
whatever.
Wednesday
this could be it
since I stopped working at the hospital a while back, I have been taking odd jobs here and there. they are usually part time jobs that don't require much thinking.
landed a new job this last week and it's a full time one. still not much in the way of thinking required to do it either. ouch.
maybe this one will stick.
the folding boxes and answering phones job was fun, but, sigh, I don't put up with games and one guy was definitely into games.
this guy is married and has an adopted 8 yr old child at home.
he asked not only for my phone number for a date, but also most of the young, cute teeny-boppers that he came into contact with through the store.
at one time he even locked himself into the office with a young, new hire and the other employees were puzzled but didn't knock on the door to ask this creep - wtf!
my guys asked me why I didn't pursue this and file charges.
hell, this has obviously gone on for quite some time.
I could care less about that store. if the bosses want to make an issue of it than they need to, not wait for some bleeding heart to make waves for them.
besides, to many of the people working there are into cocaine and I sure as hell don't want to work around people like that.
I quit it.
clocked out and left.
haven't been back.
so, anyway.
this new job seems o.k.
even though there are a lot of people, because I run a cash register I don't have to deal with them for very long and don't have a chance to get all nervous and anxiety ridden.
was funny - one guy kept looking at me. hard. like he was saying "look at me back just like I am looking at you." something was up for sure.
of course, it made me nervous and if you asked me I couldn't even begin to tell you what he looked like because I couldn't look at him.
so much for that.
easy job so far and pay is not half bad. hope I am able to maintain and stick around for awhile. would like to save some money and go to europe one last time.
love having goals :)
landed a new job this last week and it's a full time one. still not much in the way of thinking required to do it either. ouch.
maybe this one will stick.
the folding boxes and answering phones job was fun, but, sigh, I don't put up with games and one guy was definitely into games.
this guy is married and has an adopted 8 yr old child at home.
he asked not only for my phone number for a date, but also most of the young, cute teeny-boppers that he came into contact with through the store.
at one time he even locked himself into the office with a young, new hire and the other employees were puzzled but didn't knock on the door to ask this creep - wtf!
my guys asked me why I didn't pursue this and file charges.
hell, this has obviously gone on for quite some time.
I could care less about that store. if the bosses want to make an issue of it than they need to, not wait for some bleeding heart to make waves for them.
besides, to many of the people working there are into cocaine and I sure as hell don't want to work around people like that.
I quit it.
clocked out and left.
haven't been back.
so, anyway.
this new job seems o.k.
even though there are a lot of people, because I run a cash register I don't have to deal with them for very long and don't have a chance to get all nervous and anxiety ridden.
was funny - one guy kept looking at me. hard. like he was saying "look at me back just like I am looking at you." something was up for sure.
of course, it made me nervous and if you asked me I couldn't even begin to tell you what he looked like because I couldn't look at him.
so much for that.
easy job so far and pay is not half bad. hope I am able to maintain and stick around for awhile. would like to save some money and go to europe one last time.
love having goals :)
Sunday
drapes
I absolutely one hundred percent - hate buying clothes. I dislike shopping of most any kind - but the clothing one? Really is not for me.
If and I do mean if, I am able to get myself into a clothing store, I do try to make an effort and spend up to 20 minutes looking, max.
Not trying on mind you - just looking.
After about 20 minutes I can feel my body yank me out of the store. This yank is a bit rougher if there are more than just a couple of people in the store.
Than I start feeling crowded.
Heh, you say, a couple of people??
Yeah, I tend to shop at either consignment or Salvation Army/Goodwill stores for clothing and around here if I drive by and see only a couple of cars out front and I need to get something other than the usual clothes I wear that belong to my kids - I'll stop.
This doesn't happen to often as I really, really hate shopping.
No biggie though, even if the guys clothes are a bit big, it's nothing a belt and flip up of the cuff won't take care of.
I am blessed in that I have quite a few clothes given to me and if it fits and is half way decent looking, I'll wear it. That word "fits" translates into "loose and big", not binding.
I guess wearing the guys clothes for so long has spoiled me in the comfort arena.
Now - shoes are easy. If I need to buy a pair of shoes, I can tolerate slightly more time looking and trying on, because I know what shoes I like and I buy the same brand every single time.
Born, Birkenstock and Eco make darn good shoes.
I still have my first pair of Birkenstock sandals bought during the 70's and if I carried them in for a new sole job, they would be just dandy to wear. I leave them in their box though and have only had to buy one new pair of Birk's since.
So - once again, because I hate shopping, I'm not doing any Xmas shopping for this year. Just like last year and the year before that and...
Really though, if I wasn't on such a strict budget wanting to obtain my goal of being debt free by the end of next year, I would go nuts and get the claw foot tub and Victorian chain pull toilet I've been craving forever and a day.
But I won't.
This year for Christmas Eve, I want to do an Olde' English dinner with a Roast Beef w/au jus, Yorkshire Pudding and my Mom's Cheesecake Recipe.
Everything else is up for grabs.
Just as long as I make those three dishes I will consider dinner complete. And just as long as we are all together and reasonably happy and healthy, I will consider Christmas complete also.
If and I do mean if, I am able to get myself into a clothing store, I do try to make an effort and spend up to 20 minutes looking, max.
Not trying on mind you - just looking.
After about 20 minutes I can feel my body yank me out of the store. This yank is a bit rougher if there are more than just a couple of people in the store.
Than I start feeling crowded.
Heh, you say, a couple of people??
Yeah, I tend to shop at either consignment or Salvation Army/Goodwill stores for clothing and around here if I drive by and see only a couple of cars out front and I need to get something other than the usual clothes I wear that belong to my kids - I'll stop.
This doesn't happen to often as I really, really hate shopping.
No biggie though, even if the guys clothes are a bit big, it's nothing a belt and flip up of the cuff won't take care of.
I am blessed in that I have quite a few clothes given to me and if it fits and is half way decent looking, I'll wear it. That word "fits" translates into "loose and big", not binding.
I guess wearing the guys clothes for so long has spoiled me in the comfort arena.
Now - shoes are easy. If I need to buy a pair of shoes, I can tolerate slightly more time looking and trying on, because I know what shoes I like and I buy the same brand every single time.
Born, Birkenstock and Eco make darn good shoes.
I still have my first pair of Birkenstock sandals bought during the 70's and if I carried them in for a new sole job, they would be just dandy to wear. I leave them in their box though and have only had to buy one new pair of Birk's since.
So - once again, because I hate shopping, I'm not doing any Xmas shopping for this year. Just like last year and the year before that and...
Really though, if I wasn't on such a strict budget wanting to obtain my goal of being debt free by the end of next year, I would go nuts and get the claw foot tub and Victorian chain pull toilet I've been craving forever and a day.
But I won't.
This year for Christmas Eve, I want to do an Olde' English dinner with a Roast Beef w/au jus, Yorkshire Pudding and my Mom's Cheesecake Recipe.
Everything else is up for grabs.
Just as long as I make those three dishes I will consider dinner complete. And just as long as we are all together and reasonably happy and healthy, I will consider Christmas complete also.
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