that's it

I've had it. I ordinarily don't use this space to vent and bitch about the daily grind and to be honest I don't usually read blogs that are based on such so consider yourself warned if you come here for craft...or recipes...or rabbits... or however the hell you got here or had the notion to come back, I'm getting ready to spew.

We live in a nice neighborhood. We all know each other and look out for one another. My husband and I have been looking for a bigger chunk of land but it has much more to do with needing space for chickens and clotheslines than the company we keep. We know all the neigborhoood kids (teenagers included) because they regularly make use of our backyard and basketball/tennis/bike/skate court that adjoins us.

Sooo, Saturday morning when a friend came over to tell me about a great yard sale across the way, I threw the bread in the oven and packed the kids into the car. Only the car was a mess. My visor was down and there was stuff from my console strung all over my seat. I knew even before I made the call to my husband that some jacknut had been in my car and had stolen all my CD's. And you see, it's not even the monetary value (which I couldn't seem to get officer what's-his-face to understand, nor did he seem at all interested in the fact that it had happened to many our neighbors as well as the ones on the adjacent street) it's the fact that some slimy, naive stranger had sat his juvenile ass in my car, had reached into my console and grabbed all my homemade, swapped, mixed-by-friends, and personally-made-by-my-husband-for-me CD's while not bothering the pursefull of change or the dvd's my daughter had left in the back. I think, "We're living in a different world now, you need to make sure your car doors are locked...By the way, what's your name again?" was his answer.

Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I even tried to shake it off, thinking "Okay, so some kids snagged your favorite CD's, maybe it'll change their lives. They might even start listening to some decent music".

That was Friday night. As you can imagine, the husband was livid. Probably as much by the fact that some jacknut had been in my car as the fact he was the one to leave the doors unlocked. Truthfully, that's neither here nor there, because I left all the windows down recently and it rained inside. So there. It gets better, trust me.

The Mister and I were sitting out on the porch tonight, talking and having a couple beers when a trio of teenaged boys walked up the hill, walked right in front of our nicely shaded-with-flora front porch and not only tried to open his truck door but vocally stated, "Yeah, you know this old truck is unlocked."

Okay?

That would be his 'new' old Chevy truck. The one that makes a rumblin' sound coming up the driveway. The one I heard about for two months before I even met her. The one I drove to a farm auction on Friday and enjoyed it (even though I'm a Ford truck girl).

OMG! Talk about run! I've never seen boys carry on such. You would think that two thirty-something's chasing after teenagers and shouting (okay,that would be me doing all the shouting)"You better run, motherf******s!" would only conjure laughter. But no. They ran. And unfortunatly, even though the Mister and I split up and he taking the direct path and me taking the alley where I thought they would most likely venture...got away.

Oh, but they'll be back. Young, stupid boys with balls bigger than their brains always come back...and we'll be waiting.