Getting Us Ready For The Lime

Lots of people have told me that the midnight trips to the bathroom, the not being able to find a comfortable position in bed which leads to hours of just laying there, is all to prepare us for The Lime and the hours of sleep we'll lose.

But nobody mentioned the rude, annoying, disrespectful, violent neighbors as a prep mechanism.

2 years ago, I made many phone calls to the local police department, reporting our neighbors and the domestic abuse that took place. It was always the man threatening the woman and her screaming and pleading with him to not hurt her. Yet it was the woman that got arrested the day before Christmas Eve. The reason is still unknown to me but I'd love to find out why.

After that, those two moved out of the "shack" that they occupied in the neighbor's backyard. I'm not quite sure if that thing is even legal to live in, but people do.

That brings us to this year. I don't quite know when it happened but sometime this year, new people moved into the shack. One night, we were woken up in the middle of the night (during the summer so our sliding door was open) to yelling/arguing. I think it may be a requirement to use an expletive as every other word, in order to live in the shack. We were then blessed with a constant beat of music as the shack livers blared their music for the whole neighborhood to hear...at all hours of the day and night.

The most recent incident took place at 1:20 this morning when I was woken up by a man yelling. It went something like "Open this *bleep* door! I won't hurt you! Just open the *bleep* door!" that went on and on until someone opened the shack door. By this time, I realized I needed to go to the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet, I could still hear yelling but was unable to make out what they were saying. When I got into bed, I could hear stuff being thrown around the backyard and there was more yelling. This went on and on until someone obviously left. Then...their dog started to bark and bark and bark and bark. I'd say this all went on for close to an hour.

I am now prepared with their address, the telephone number to the police department and my police scanner. Let's hope I don't have to use them.

***UPDATE***
I won't have to be using anything (hopefully). The cops just took someone away in handcuffs. Yippee!

3 Strikes & You're Out!

Dear Target,

I would like to be able to write good things about you but at the moment...I can't.

Your wedding registry policy crap put a sour taste in my mouth 3 years ago. Now, you've made my Secret Santa gift not so secret. Please don't mess up my baby registry or that'll be your third strike.

Regards,

Kimberly

Don't Worry, I'll Honor You

On Sunday, San Francisco held their Veterans Day parade. We watched the news that night and they had showed a clip of the parade, with the reporter stating that few came out to watch. That made me sad. How is it that thousands can come out for the Chinese New Year parade or the Gay Pride parade but only a handful come out to show their support for those that have served and died for this country? Yikes!

While in Washington D.C. this summer, we visited most of the memorials. I had to take pictures of all the quotes at the WWII memorial, as they all seemed too perfect not to remember. These two seemed especially appropriate for today.



Let's not let President Truman down...remember their sacrifices always.

Goonies Never Say Die

And I never say never...sometimes.

I've been avoiding any pictures that may include my stomach. But I figured I may want one document to show The Lime that he was indeed in me at one point.
But I will say that I will never take a bare belly picture or do the lame pose with my hands on my stomach in the shape of a heart. Mark my words.

On This Day, 7 Years Ago

We went up to Old Sacramento with LaVor's family, to celebrate his nephew's birthday. That same nephew turned 10 today. I was 18, LaVor was 23.

We got up there early so we could have lunch with my Grandma. We ate at Jack In The Box and my chicken sandwich was awful but I felt obligated to eat it, since Grandma paid for it and she hates to waste things.

I still have that purple shirt but wear it under scrub tops. I feel good knowing that it was even too short on me then, yet I still wore it.

That was also the day that my Grandma commented on my "mosquito bites" (a.k.a. small boobs). Apparently she was flat chested as well and told us how her brothers referred to her boobs as mosquito bites, since they were apparently the same size.

Taco Bandits

Taco Bell had free Black Jack tacos last night. We took advantage of that and went to three separate locations on our way home from a Halloween party. We think the third location knew what we were up to...I had a piece of the taco shell stuck in my tooth. Darn.

I decided that the reason why they tasted so good was because they were free.

I Don't Know Why

She swallowed a fly, perhaps she'll die.

I also swallowed a spider, bird, cat, dog, goat, cow and horse.

You can't tell in the photo but my stockings were copied from this wonderful woman...
Happy Halloween!