Oops @ MindSay

Ok so there was no baby, but for the time that you spent staring at the screen and waiting for a dancing baby to come from through the colors, you were not worrying about other things that seemed bigger than they really are.

Well, the storm came and went with plenty of accidents, trees down, and flooded creeks, but no real serious harm.  I think we got 5" of rain not the feared 15".  One of the most horrible things was last night as I was tasked with backing the engine into the fire station in the dark, in the rain. 

Shadows do a great job for helping a trucker judge distances and relationships between objects and I had no help from that last night.  I took several minutes of up and back trying to get the rear into the doorway - clearing the door by as little as possible on the driver's side to ensure I had ample room on the out of view passenger side despite the 4' overhang of the body beyond the rear tires.  I was actually in the door and pulling up for one more straightening manuver when I made the mistake of turning the wheel which in effect, pivoted that same overhang, but on the drivers side!  The 1/4" was all it took and I heard the unfortunate sound of the plastic lens cover of the side marker light crack as it scraped against the door frame.  Shit.  At least I didn't add a dent to the door or scrape the paint!

And last weekend, at our annual company dinner and awards presentation, they had already surprised me with the Fire Fighter of the Year Award!  Too late, Chris!  You can't take it back now! (the assistant chief when I walked over to tell him what I did, exclaimed : "you BROKE my fire truck?!!!")

They are all crazy. OK so I left off with SNAP,CRACKLE,PoP. Well Mr. Howard came home 2am blaring music, slamming doors and screaming at the top of his lungs. How sad, but I was growing use to this and decided to simply turn the tv up and let him be. Well you know that saying let laying dogs lay or do unto others as you would have them do unto you, Mr. Howard missed that class. am and he decides to start pointing a flashlight towards my bedroom and screaming the f-word at he top of his lungs....can you say 911. I had no choice in calling now that Smokey is trying to break through the window and the rest of the house is awake. Officers arrive and he says Oh was it too loud, she could have asked me to turn it down. The officers go off on him and tell him he must be missing screws. He then makes the excuse that he has a friend in the room...Let me hurry this up and get to the crazy part. So earlier in the day the other roommate gave me screws and nails in driveway right...not all of them. Mr Howard is now screaming that he had the flashlight because he had a flat...I prayed God please please please don’t allow me to laugh. The other roommate swept the nails over into Mr. Howards part of the driveway and you really did get a snap crackle pop.

Once again they left without arresting Mr. Howard but I followed them to the station to file harassment charges. I go back to the station this tuesday to file civil complain for non-payment of rent,emotional distress and destruction of property. I wont stoop to his level but my mother did not raise a fool so he will be served while he is here and if the debt is not settled it gos against his drivers license.

This is an example of JUST SAY NO

These Contractors are installing the steel pillars in concrete to stop vehicles from parking on the pavement outside a Sports Bar downtown. They are now in the process of cleaning up at the end of the day and anxious to go home.

How long do you think it will be before they realize where their vehicle is parked?

Hard to imagine, hmmm?

~ B

If I were not post menopausal I would blame this state on hormones but it's not that easy. clearly I need to get a handle on this free floating rage I have about my neighbors. it is contaminating my mind and making me so stressed out that I am not liking myself.  at a point in my life where so much is wonderful and could be feelins such bliss, summer has become a hell because of the continued sensory attack from the neighbors. and not being able to control them, I must find a way to make some peace with their existence and not feel so angry so much of the time. and poor jim, he is getting the brunt of it.

so things I CAN control:

I can close windows when they are producing their variety of noxious smells and run the hepa filters.

I can buy some ultrasonic thingies to make the yard aversive for their cats.

I can put on earphones when he decides to sit out side and talk loudly into his cell phone.

I can find a therapist to help me manage the anger

I can renew my valium prescription for days when i am about to go over the brink.

so it's not so bad right? right?