Harassment

The neighbors across the street are breeding like rabbits. They have all of these boys jumping everywhere. They go on my yard to break things.
Last week I told them to get off my yard. They were tearing up my cherry tree. I have come home to a shattered ash tray on my side walk. The day before yesterday, I was watering my yard.
The boy next door told me that the kids were in my yard banging my welcome sign on my mail box. I put on my shoes and walk across the street. I knock on the door and this trashy, pregnant woman answers.
"The boys here, they need to stay off my yard. It is bad enough I have to clean up after all of these cats and clean up the mess my ex left, I have to clean up after your boys. If they do not stay off my yard I will call the cops." I told her.
She gets huffy and puffy, "You could have asked me politely. You do not have to be threatening me."
"Your boys were slamming my sign on my mail box today.
Snotty bitch, "Whatever, they have been at the lake all day today." She slams the door.
Really?? I own my house, they rent theirs. I have every right to tell the cunt to keep her boys off my yard. They have no right to be on my yard making a mess out of it. If they need to grab a lost ball, I am fine if they get it. I am not fine if they want to come and ruin my house. She wants to keep popping kids out and not take care of them? They are playing on every body's yard!
I have a no trespassing sign in my front yard. I call the cops about the inbreeds playing in my yard. They say that I have to have a cop talk to them in order to press charges on them in the future. Fine, I want that. I have a cop come over. I tell them of the hardship these people (animals) are causing. The cop went over to talk to them.
I was working on class last night. I hear something get shattered. The dogs go crazy. I run outside and looked around the yard. I do not see anyone. I go to the car and it looks fine. I go back in and turn on the porch light.
I go outside this morning to move my sprinkler. There is glass all over my steps. Someone had broke my light. Again, I have to waste my time calling the cops. This time, I am also asking people for the phone number for the owner of the house.
The cop cannot do anything because nobody witnessed anything. At least I will have a cop talking to them to make them aware that I am serious. As soon as I have the homeowners number, I will call him about the trash in his house. Hopefully, I can get them evicted.
It reminds me of when I was living in Monte Vista. There was a fat bitch with a ton of children. I was just walking down the road and she starts yelling at me, "What did you call me?!" People call other neighbors for no reason in a trailer court. If one mother is calling another just to have a strangers baby smacked around, I would call it third party child abuse.

Father's Day

I have had a slightly entertaining weekend. I went to my first roller derby. It was awesome. I saw a girl cry after she nearly broke her nose.
I have been trying to visit dad. This is an impossible mission because it is hard to contact him. It does not matter if he has a cell phone with him.
I sat an chit chatted for a little bit. Justin called and he spoke to him for a little while. He told dad about a girl I knew a long time ago died about a year ago. I used to run around Kuna until the wee hours of the morning with her.
I tried to find some barrier, there is always some kind of barrier when I am speaking to dad. I noticed that some of the communication is impersonal and not interpersonal. I have been reading that men focus on one part of a conversation while women focus on a different part.
Oh yes, my communication class finally began. It never really did because the classes and most of the website vanished from Sunday until Wednesday. Then my assignment section was not up and running until Friday. Everything is finally back to normal again. I think it all went down because University of Phoenix turned their website into some social network.
I have been busy with that and trying to visit people. I went to see Autumn at Quinns. I found a new place in Boise that I enjoy. I have never been to Quinns, that place is pretty cool.
I am still putting my home back together again. I pulled the weeds along the side of the house and my garbage cans are full. I started to shovel dirt back into the hole. There was a huge pile of dirt next to the house. Next, is the pile of dirt and weeds in the back yard.
For now, I am going to relax. It is going to be a long and busy day.

Distractions

Whenever I have a paper or a test, my phone is ringing. I have a final this week. I have spent today on the phone. My classes had to be built again, they vanished because of a conflict with the schedule. I chose some religion class, history, and life science.
I had to stand outside because my phone was cutting out. So, I could not work on class. As soon as I begin once more, dad calls. The phone is cutting out again and it dropped the call. I had to go outside and call him back. He told me that Aunt Sherry was in the hospital. So, I was getting more distracted.
While I was outside talking on the phone, I was chasing cats off my yard. They have officially turned into a pest problem. I run after them, they come back. I throw things at them, they come back.
Joel invited me to lunch in Boise. As I left the house, I chased more cats. On the way to Boise, I began to think that I should have a water gun. Yes, I can't get in trouble for spraying cats with water.
We go to lunch. As soon as I get food on the table, dad calls again. Aunt Sherry passed away. I didn't eat much of my lunch.
I never spent too much time with her. We used to take trips. We went to McCall for the ice festival thing. We went to Oregon a few times to visit Aunt Sandy.
I should be working on my final right now. I can't focus on it right now. I'll probably work on a few problems today.

Me Griping Again

I feel that the world is against me again. There are rules at work that I must follow. I notice that I will get into a habit when it is okay to do one thing even though the rules say otherwise. I was going with these habits and made a total ass of myself.
Needless to say, I felt disappointed in myself. I felt even worse when the guy was apologizing. It has been like this for a few days. I am sure I will be demoted. If I am, I will look for new employment. It will be difficult because the factory up the road from me will be the cause of 500 people looking for work. I will never find anything local.
I am inches away from doing a short sale. I am not happy living in Nampa. My guy was telling me that he can finally smell the stench of the cats. It is so bad, I have to use a shovel. The neighbors can have the crap back, so it goes back over the fence. Not to mention that jobs are scarce and I have to commute for a low wage. I do not have the time or energy to do mandatory overtime. Yep, school was such a great idea. Can you hear my sarcasm? I will not be continuing for the Bachelors degree.
I don't know what to make of this situation. Nothing is getting better. Nobody is getting off their fat lazy ass to make it better. I have to have a room mate just to keep my head above water, this is bullshit. If you ever have a real estate agent that is ignoring your request to live closer to where there is work, tell him or her to fuck off and get another agent.

Thank God, Now I'm Sore

It has been three years since I have signed the paperwork for the house. A novel full of my signatures. Sign, sign, sign and now I am very familiar with my mailing address.
It's been about a year since a human being ruined my house. It has been a year since my big backyard was filled with a large tree.
Now, I ache. I repainted two windows that were ruined. I mowed the yard by myself after someone trying to convince me that I could not do it without him. Dad came over yesterday and we cleared that huge pile of garbage from the back. We were going to pick up two piles, but he did not arrive until 2:30PM. I had an assignment. We were not finished until 6:00PM. Then, I was too tired to finish my assignment or post two substantive responses.
I have been brave enough to venture to work, people have been acting more erratically than normal. I think that people have become worse since the rapture. I think America is pissed off because it did not happen. I honestly believe that it will happen without us knowing when it is coming. Kind of like when someone passes away; you never know when it is going to happen. None of us are getting off alive anyway.
What the hell is with the new Internet Explorer? Everything was working fine until it upgraded. Now, I am stuck using Firefox. I am not happy. I hate Chrome because it takes up space.

Sick Day

Yesterday, I went to work. After the first call, my throat was bothering me. I asked if anyone has a cough drop and I am bombarded with cough drops. I can't figure out what I did with mine. The day wore on, conversation after conversation, my body begins to ache and my skin feels hot.
As soon as I get home, I fall asleep. I slept until 3am, my throat feels horrible. It hurt too much to speak. So, I called in sick. I spent the day drinking Theraflu and taking night time pills.
I begin to feel better by the hour. Then my throat begins to act up again. I pretty much spent the day sleeping, playing online games, and doing homework.
The only thing I have been hoping for is for some fairy to come by with something edible. Maybe bring me a DVD of Conan O'Brien episodes. That is virtually impossible. I have one DVD and it is of his 10th anniversary.
I am addicted to him right now. I ran out of clips to watch on YouTube. (I even ran out of videos to watch of another individual I love to watch! How is that possible, he has over 500 videos?? GRR!) I have been visting the TBS website and it takes forever to see a new episode. I don't have television and I don't have cable. The only people I know with cable are my parents and it would cost me too much money in gas. I just got a new room mate, so I am currently readjusting my life and my finances.

Trip to Canada

I do not know what it is, I keep having dreams about being in water. Last night, I had this dream that there was a huge flood. I was swimming to find dry land and avoided a black shark.
I met with someone and we kept swimming. We swam to some grassy hills and sat to dry. The guy I was with starts talking to someone else below us. There was a gate with a couple of guards. It turned out that we swam to Canada.
The whole world ended up under water except for Canada. We were let in to Canada. Then I started to go to school and I saw Ryan Reynolds sitting in front of me. Second dream with him, weird.