Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Living in a corner house sucks

Ahhh, finally at days end, I can  sit down and relax! Well, well guess what? The sounds of spinning wheels, oh snow, oh snow, how I've missed you so! Not only do I hear the sound of spinning wheels but look out the window and get the visual of a purple lowrider pick up truck.

I hope they enjoy it while it lasts, because when they try that crap when the snow is 2 feet deep another month from now and they're stuck at the corner and can't go, I'll be laughing my fool head off.  Stupid jerkwads.  Go do donuts in the church parking lot, not outside my bedroom window!

Not anticipating the city plowing us in this year again either.  You'd think that putting out orange cones and having a car at the end of the driveway would deter such behavior, but always they find a way. 

Not to mention people seem to actually WANT to come down our street and idle at the corner, texting or who-knows-what, just sitting there.

The other seasons don't fare much better when you live in a corner house.  The sounds of spring are usually welcomed with screeching around the corner, windows rolled down with crap bass rap music blasting louder than a airhorn, the roaring sound of motorcycles idyling before they blaze away, people walking their dogs while stopping at our corner to allow their dog to drop chimi bombs on our lawn, although I do have to say it is comical to watch my husband return the chimi bombs to their owners in the middle of the night!

Unfortunately, living in the city, the blocks are so small every block has 4 houses on it, and that means there's one on every corner, so if you want to live in the city, there's pretty much no getting away from it.

A pet peeve in addition to the cars is that the people walking cut across our lawn.  Really?  You can't walk all the way to the corner to change sidewalks?

I now understand why there was a 3 foot fence surrounding our home! I will never understand why kids felt the need, the urge, to constantly pluck at our fence panels until eventually the wood was being torn off and left on our lawn. I didn't fathom the repercussions were to invite these derelect irresponsible brats to further step foot on our domain.  Makes me wish I could put some fertilizer spray on my lawn so animals and people that stray onto it purpose get all itchy.

~ Fuggedaboutit