Let's discuss those neighbors you live around who insist on playing their television or radios and stereos at the decibel sound of a rocket taking off from NASA launching pads.
Seriously? It takes little effort to make sure you're not broadcasting to everyone around you with that sound. That car/truck/van you love driving around in is awesome ain't it? How about that radio blasting out the 80's/country/tejano music you love so much! I'm not a fan..sorry but I shouldn't have to subjected to you destroying what's left of my ear drums, and trust me after a decade of Judas Priest cranked up in my ears through headphones, my hearing is not so good, but I hear your crap blaring away all day or night.
This building I live in has horrible acoustics, leaving it where you hear everything going on in the other units, more than you want to hear sometimes (leaving that one to your imagination). For four years there has always been that one neighbor that has moved in and started immediately with the noise factor. The television channel on news or hallelujah shows set to volume 1000 for my pleasure..ugh! That radio/stereo system that they have all sworn they don't have, yet I hear it cranking out extremely loud versions of CCR at 3 am in the morning and you're stumbling all over my ceiling. Sure officer I just made that up because I'm "that kind of person" who just loves making my neighbors miserable complaining to the police about them "living their life". *eyeroll*
That doesn't even take into count the stomping or yelling these idiots do with and to their friends, on the phone, or in general to their invisible friends/enemies.

The current one that's annoying me is this kid above me, and I say kid because at my dinosaur age of 47, if you're younger than 35 you're a kid to me. Anyways, he had been living above us for a week before the hubby and I were even aware he was up there, we never noticed the walking around upstairs on a floor that has echo sound like crazy, nor did we hear a car pulling up or a squeak from a tv or radio at all. The last three months while I was dealing with crazy neighbor from hell level 12, this kid above me never made any noise at all, he was beyond quiet which made me wonder if he ever did anything at all past coming and going. This past month there has been the grand assault of loud game music and sounds of gunfire from what I'm assuming is a first person shooter game like Halo or Black Ops (I don't play those games but I've watched my husband play them and they're noisy).  Then there is this new person hanging around up there too which adds to the noise factor. There is more than enough music and television sound coming through my ceiling that makes me want to stomp upstairs and ask if they are aware there are other people who live here that might be trying to relax without being forced to deal with that sound. I have to force myself these days to just ignore it the best I can because I can't trust myself anymore to not play "wring the chicken neck" for the ridiculous ignorance of others around them.

I'm aware that over the years I've become very uncomfortable to noise and it irritates me to a point that I will speak up about it to the offender or a landlord. There have been other times I've resorted to calling the police out to handle it because I might get aggressive about it, which in my opinion nobody is worth going to jail over. Then I get to deal with someone who is angry at me for calling the cops on them when they were driving me up the wall making noise that in my opinion is unacceptable, nobody should be forced to endure it and yet we are. The old landlord up until the recent month always told me it was part of living in apartments, to "just deal with it". What he failed to understand or acknowledge is the fact that it could very well be a problem, but I was just blown off as a "nag like his wife who whines and complains about everything". How do I know he said that? My own husband told me this which made me even madder that I was having to deal with an unruly person living above me.

When we first moved here, I was glad to finally be somewhere that I didn't have to deal with random adults and children always trying to look through the windows, sitting in the window sills, banging at the windows, knocking on the door, jiggling the doorknobs, or trying to come into my apartment (that nightmare actually happened at the last place I lived and I don't know why they did it). It was so nice to finally have a porch to sit on and enjoy the weather, nature, relax and get my zen on, but the couple upstairs made it quite clear to me from the second day that it would not be so for me. The man always asked me what I was doing and anything I had with me he wanted to know where I got it, how much it cost, and then blabbed about things in general that were of no concern to me. His wife, from the minute I opened my door would pop her head out over the railing and "hi neighbor" me. At first I found it cute until it got to be every time the door opened, and then the barrage of questions, where am I going, have I bought anything lately, am I drinking coffee, and other weird questions thrown at me that made me stop going outside, and when I did I ran to do what I had to do and ran back to the door again to hide from both of them. That's no way to live and here I was thinking wtf is going on where I can't even walk out my own damn door without the twenty questions game from people I have no interest in knowing or being friends with. You gotta wonder about your own sanity when you find yourself wanting to engage in a fist fight with somebody because they finally pushed that button with you, and yet you know if you do it, you're the one who goes to jail not the bully. That couple moved out and I could finally breathe a sigh of relief of being able to open my door without fear of being assaulted by nosy behavior. I was hoping that the next tenant that moved in wouldn't be so nosy or loud, but my luck said yeah right think again.
Two months later, in moves what is only referred to me now as the batshit crazy neighbor from hell, and that's being too nice for words describing that one. Imagine an older female with no kids, and only a couple of people there with her moving in furniture from a small trailer hitch, they seem nice, not even loud while moving in, and you think now this is how it's supposed to be. Not even a week later you realize how dead wrong you were as you listen to this loud shrieking banshee going on and on about a party across the street and how they're bothering her inside her apartment making all that "boomdeboom music". That was just a small taste of what was to come as she spent months screaming at people for pulling into our driveway to turn around (we live on a dead end street), she doesn't recognize them as living there at the apartments so they need to "move that piece of shit car before she has it towed on them", telling all the brown skinned people they need to "move the fuck back to Mexico" (I guess it never even occurred to her that some of those brown skin people live in other countries), hearing her constantly talk shit about me to every one around us that would listen because I was a horrible satan worshipper who put graffiti all over the property and accused her of beating on her dog before she killed it (words she made up from me telling her if I had seen her hitting on her dog over a trivial incident I would report her to the authorities), and various other rants from her that kept me cringing and jumping all day or night. Anytime this bitch would start making noise I wrote it down in a notebook to show the landlord what she was doing, including her phone call to the police over me "smoking marijuana in my apartment and having a bunch of people in and out of my apartment all the time" (something that to this day still eludes me as in did she see ghosts coming and going or was she herself partaking in the ganja and tripping out on it). Literally we had no people coming to our apartment except for my youngest daughter about once a month or so, the maintenance people, our acting manager who takes the rent money, but party people I must have missed because it would  have been nice to have people over for fun. *wink*

That's all for now about the noise makers that annoy me to no end. Enjoy your Halloween folks!

The phone rang this morning around 9:30 am, which normally wouldn't have woke me up but since the weather got cooler I've been sleeping in longer than normal, or maybe I just need the rest. I answered the phone and this lady asks me if she can talk to the owner of the house to which my reply is we don't own a house. She then responds with "it's okay, do you rent?"
I can't stand these kind of phone calls anyways because it always leads up to buy this, support that, we're doing a survey of the area, don't forget to vote, blah blah blah..boring!
Anyways I bite my tongue and ask what it is she needs and I get "I need to talk to the owner of this phone number". Technically it belongs to Comcast, that's who we pay the bill to for the bundle package, but I'm thinking this idiot isn't gonna understand what that means so I tell her I have no clue who owns the phone number.
You would think this makes the conversation over right? Nope. She has to ask me where she can get in touch with the owner of the number and now my patience is gone. My final response is this "are you really that stupid or do you not get that someone obviously answered the phone and why I'm still talking to you I have no idea, but take this number off your list." That should take care of it for another 24 hours. After that, they always call again, same person or a new person and it's the same redundant go around.

Another pet peeve of mine, those pesky phone calls coming in from operated computer systems that only respond to human voices, then hang up on you, or someone tells you to hold the line. Bill collectors like to be sly in their approach. How do I know this? Well let's just say I owe money for a few services/products over the years that have had bill collectors calling me to attempt shaming me or guilt tripping me into paying that bill "today by phone with my credit card". Yeah right, I have a credit card at my disposal right now to charge that debt on so I can go charge that one up and owe money again to yet another company. *eyeroll*

A man called our number last week and I listened to my husband tell him he has no clue what he's asking, and I can hear the man's voice on the other end get louder. That cracks me up and I find myself stating how ironic is it when someone says they don't understand something, the idiot talking raises their voice as if sounding louder will make it understood. Shake your head on that one, go ahead do it.
He has to tell this man that we don't vote (we chose not to vote for personal reasons a few years ago), and then tell him it's not of his business why we don't vote, hangs up the phone and goes back to watching tv when the phone rings again. I pick it up and there is a man asking me for some name I have no idea who that person is, and when I tell him there's no one here named that he asks me what my name is and I tell him that I don't play that game what does he want. His question again, "do you vote?"
I can't help it, that kind of repeat calling is irritating, so I inform this man that I'm aware he called about two minutes ago and the answer is still the same as it was when he talked to my husband, stop calling our number and then I hang up the phone.

Most of the calls we watch that come through our caller id have a million freaking numbers showing up. Sorry I don't know anyone calling from that star location.
A city calls, a building calls, never shows a company name or name in general. We've had this number for less than a month and it's been spam calls every day by the same phone numbers at least twice a day and every day including Sundays.

Bill collectors use that "I'm your best friend" approach, until they slam out the whole "the reason I'm calling you is the account for such-n-such company shows a debt you owe for "x amount of money", how would you like to pay that today?"
Damn, I didn't win the lottery again, thanks for telling me that I owe money, I was completely unaware of that. It's not like I have been worrying my ass off about how soon I can find work and try to get it paid off when I can finally get cash relief, but nooooooooo you wanna call me every other day and bug the hell out of me to remind me about this. It's going to ruin my credit? Wow, I had no idea there were more than 4 credit bureaus. You seem shocked I knew that? Duh..I know how the credit lines work so piss off.
You want me to pay a low amount of $350 a month and that's as low as your manager will allow you to go for my account owed on? My offering of $90 was just not good enough if I can't make good on that other number you threw at me. Am I aware of garnishments to wages? Really? I thought you guys just showed up one day out of the blue and took my donations from each pay until it's paid off. Pfffftttt *eyeroll*

Can you tell I'm such a fan of the bill collection agency and stupid phone calls that come in that end up in pissing me off, hanging up on me, telling me I've won some bogus prize, etc. This is why we kept away from the landlines, but now we have no choice so there's another form of stupid I get to deal with from time to time.
I can't even imagine having to be on the other side of that kind of job, but I've found myself applying to a few of them while looking for work. I have no pride when it comes to what it takes to earn a buck, within reasons of what's legal and healthy.

Waddles off to pet my hurt ego from those mean collectors threatening to report me to all seven credit bureaus..boo hoo...yeah wtfe bitches

Snickering here because they assume I'm going to be so upset, that I will run off to my imaginary bank account and pull that money out of it to pay "right now". I wonder though, can you deposit turnips into a make believe account or just the blood you get out of them? ;)

Let's talk about the most used phrase I have ever heard to this date coming from the lips of women. "Why don't men act like grownups instead of children?"
Good question! However did you stop and take a good look in the mirror lately to see if you turned into your mother, because chances are you did, and with that in mind let's have a look.

I've been married twice, involved in three serious relationships and that same question ran through my mind with all of those men, including my current spouse. Males are just not meant to be understood, if they were we wouldn't need them for anything really, we could do it all on our own.
Biology has set it up to make them with those differences along with the male brain thinks in a separate pattern from the female brain, and is why us ladies view males as childish.
I never had a son so I have no idea about raising a male, but I'm pretty sure no mother ever said to her son growing up, I hope you grow all the way into a man and stop being a child, so women you meet in your life won't whine about it. Haha! Or how many fathers do you think taught their son the fine art of "how to remain a child and never grow up so women will go ape shit over it". Never!

I think of it like this, those guys we tried so hard to catch their attention probably laughed at our ridiculous antics when they were watching us already from that "first sight" thing going on. Females can be very childish and yet we refuse to allow the males to ever be such. Perhaps the reason the guys are seen as complete babies is we are so focused on something that we need to relax and just "chill" so to speak.

Personally I have never grown up, I refuse to and made sure that I would never forget what it's like to be a kid. I've stayed pretty close to that and still to this day can not resist doing "childish" things like singing nursery rhymes, coloring in color books, skipping in public, dancing around water fountains, riding stick ponies in the stores, and my favorite sword fights with the brooms. Guys do their "childish" antics in other ways, hobbies, hanging out with their guy friends, going to a spot they've gone to for years (without you), relaxing in their underwear, and sometimes they forget to pay attention to something else that is important to the female. They don't mean to do it, it just happens that way. That silly childish man is actually doing things for you in other ways, that often go unnoticed because you want him to be just like you want him to be.
Sorry sister, if you want that kind of man, bake some gingerbread cookies and bark orders at them all day, see where that gets you.

Yes we go though odd phases with these men in our lives, relationship or work related, sometimes the friends, and when things balance out again, which they usually do unless someone is mental (as in they need to see a dr to get that worked out again by medication), you can maintain what you have with them. Interesting how we find some things funny from certain men and if our own does it we think omg he's being so childish.

I remember how my dad blew off steam when I was growing up. He had a serious side to him, but more often I saw the comical side of him which seemed to just drive my mom to telling him "you're being stupid, cut that out". It made me giggle, but irritated her and made me wonder as I was growing up why something seen as a gesture of good humor is viewed as obnoxious. Even little boys were seen that way sometimes at school with their spit balls, throwing pencils to stick in the ceiling tiles, and that weird eyelid thing they did, and of course the infamous armpit farting. Those of us girls that weren't afraid to be seen doing those same things joined in, but as we grow up that same type of behavior is seen as childish and makes the female insist he stop immediately or else.

To every guy who enjoys being that little boy inside, bravo for you, it means you're still intact with the imagination side of you, or as they put it from a fairy tale, you live in never never land and it's not such a bad place to be. In my opinion this is keeping you from becoming angry and bitter at things that throw a curve at you when you thought the pathway was straight.
To every female who keeps blowing up at the guy she dates or marries about how childish he is, take a hard look at your life and how much are you investing in being comfortable and happy, instead of being miserable and always playing by the rule books.

Serious is for work, play is for life, don't get them confused. Let those boys be boys, even if their toys cost alot of money. That right there is a whole other story on prices we are willing to compromise over for enjoyment factor.

Ever try and list your pet peeves and then realize you left one off the list? Or you have so many you start to wonder why you hate people in general, but that's just it, those are things that bother you to a point where you will actually act on it and say something or do something to make it stop or improve a situation.

One of my pet peeves is people who love creating drama. They are by far the best story tellers ever, and I mean they will lie about everything to make it suit them and create this drama of their life each day or for at least a week.
We all know at least one person who is like this and tried for a brief period of time attempting to understand why they are like this and what's really going on, only to realize it's all them doing it.
This isn't to say bad luck or situations doesn't happen more often in a certain time frame, just that it's odd that one person has so much happening around them it seems impossible, unless they're looking for attention.

I dated a guy who spent years playing the blame game. Everything that happened to him was never his fault, it was always "someone is out to fuck me over" kind of thinking. How does someone get fired from a bar for owing on a bar tab they never pay off? How can you drink up $300 a night in alcohol is my question...and there are tips that go into a jar too, where did that money go? Can you say alcoholic? And still he's mystified at losing that job. He was always able to get a job, but could never keep them. His excuse was always "they don't like me, said i have a bad attitude", and they would be right. What he left out is he talked down to everyone he works with, and hits/flirts on all the women as if he was the boss and they were his personal hos. You would think that having people threaten to beat you up for being a jackass would make one motivated to move away from that area or straighten up, but it only made him act out more. His drama was recreated every day by conning people into buying him drinks, food, cigarettes and often he would find a female to sponge off of for a place to sleep and then always conjured up a good old drama story for anyone new to hear.
I fell for it, spent several years upset with his mother and step father for not giving him a chance because he was grown up, but after being with him I started to see what they did and knew why they ran him off. His dramatic, non working, alcoholic, stealing ass got him ousted more often than befriended. It's hard to feel sorry for someone who lies to you to make you like them, or think they've had a bad lot handed to them.
A woman I met online about two years ago, had spent the whole time I knew her telling stories about how bad her family hated her, never helped her when she needed help and hated her child. What she lied about was she took what she kept locked inside of her emotionally towards her own parents and refused to let her own child spend time with grandparents who wanted him to come around. She also had her own income from child support on her son and social security payments, and yet each month she was "broke again". Always managed to buy herself cigarettes but expected her son to share a lunch meal from KFC that would last until the next day. You want someone to have empathy for you if you're going through a rough time, not lie and make up extra pieces to your pathetic life so you can get cash or hand me outs. And I never understand why getting help from an organization that has success is a bad thing just because it's church affiliated, it's a roof and food for you and your family, so why whine about it? Her constant drama drawn up to make it seem like life just kept shitting all over her, but it wasn't really, just her wanting someone to take care of her lazy ass so she could do nothing but play.

The reason that kind of behavior angers me and makes me want to slap them into yesterday is the simple fact that there are people who have real life problems, not brought on by addiction or greed. It takes alot of pride to step forward and tell anyone what's really going on in your life because of the drama whores that have already been playing around on a stage called life. If it's a mental problem they can get help for that too, unless they've managed to drink it all up or can't find a new victim to buy their bullshit so they can get medication. How do those idiots manage to maintain relationships for years or skirt through life getting what they want, and the ones who are doing it the honorable way end up going wtf.

And here we are, another day and yet stupid has already shown it's face to me twice in an hour and a half, it's not even noon yet. Before I revelate for the day let me explain a few things about me. First- I've spent years biting my tongue or turning the other cheek because I was taught to do so, even when I heard cruel things being said to others or myself and just kept my mouth shut, no opinions uttered about it either.
Second, I was raised Southern Baptist, anyone who knows how hardcore those believers are will get me when I go on about the "thumpers/fundies", because they drive me insane with their endless parroted rants about GOD.
Third, I've become sarcastically jaded over the last decade and my opinion is just that, mine. If you don't like what I'm typing on this blog, don't read it. My choice is to put it on a publicly read forum, your choice to read or avoid. Anyhow, here we go.....

This morning I'm standing at one of three windows in this tiny apartment watching the world go by. One of the cats is vying for my attention and I notice two men walking down the sidewalk on the other side of the street carrying "briefcases". I know immediately upon seeing these men that they are our biweekly fundies that knock on the doors to invite people to the church up the street. I've had more than my share of meeting some of these people face to face and they refuse to acknowledge that anything other than their way of belief to be right, not even as a remote possibility, which makes me start a different debate with them over what their god's name is..and simply they can not. Those of you that walk that "horrible evil you're going to hell path" know where I'm going with that part, so I'm leaving it as is and moving on.
So I'm watching these men walk like human versions of what turtles would look like with two legs walk up a driveway and then stand there staring at a dog in the yard barking away at them. My dark humour wanted to yell out the window to pray for God to make that dog be quiet so they can knock on the door and peddle some religion this morning, but I didn't, just watched and snickered.
I'm such a petty muck I crack myself up daily with the things I would love to tell people and just keep it to myself in that silent film running 24/7 in my head.
The gate opens and one of the men that live there at that house come out and head towards their truck, when I see one of those "briefcase carrying" men leap at him. I swear he must have been about a foot off the ground like he was trying to win a blue ribbon at the Olympics for high jump. The resident holds out his hand and takes what seems to be a paper from Mister Leaper and then goes to his truck and drives off. I'm assuming at this point they must be pretty proud of that because they start smiling and laughing, then those men turn around and start the turtle walk to the next house and stand there looking around. I have to say, when I see people that I really don't acknowledge as belonging on this street meandering around and then looking all over the place the first thing that comes to my mind is they are up to no good, which in these guys case, they are in a sense. After about 3 or 4 minutes they slowly walk up to the porch of this house, and I watch one of those men knock six or seven times (yes i counted them because they knock that much on my own door at times) all over that door plus ring a doorbell, and then he just walks off not even waiting to see if the door gets answered.
They leave that yard and start up the sidewalk again to a locked gate and one of them actually tries to figure out how they are going to get into that locked up yard by pulling on the chain across the fence gate. I swear it was like watching dumb and dumber- the religious version, because one of them had already started to squat like he was going to go through the opening underneath the chain when he looked up and then came back up again. I petted him in my head saying smart boy, even though you're stupid for attempting that..ahem cackle cackle..okay what else are these men going to amuse me with. Next house is only on the other side of that driveway and they stand there looking around when one of them sees me watching them from my window and well you guessed it. They both started walking really fast away from that next house.
I sat waiting with baited breath for that knock to come so I could open the door and swing the broom out because I just felt like being devious but they never came. Hahahaha...dangit I missed a chance to play early Halloween pinata.

Please don't assume, yes I said please, that I am a hateful God hating hippie that only loves the devil stuff. That's hardly my cause or story. I'm just fed up with stupid in all shape and form, religion too. Trust me there are some really stupid Atheists and Pagans out there so yeah it's not what religion one is, it's that lack of brain spark.

Sometimes I wonder about people and shake my head. Other times I respond to what's going on. In my head I can visualize me chasing them down the street with a broom to chase them off. Why? Because idiots just make you crazy. They disturb your zen, invade your private space, and always bother you with noise.
This has been going on around me for at least a decade now, and comes from all colors and walks of life. It is indeed worse than any fear of a zombie apocalypse. The idiots are coming and going in crowds known as "the stupid", and it's not going to end anytime soon.

I have stories to share about "the stupid", for they are truly an epidemic of gigantic proportion all over the planet.

You enter a store, let's say Walmart, because that's exactly where it occurred. You're in that store to buy a few items and get out, that shouldn't be any big deal. Or is it? Statistics of my own observation say otherwise. First to pick up the bread. There's not too many people around you and then all of a sudden you have four people blocking your path where you can't continue forward, and when you move to go around them, a woman blabbing away on a cell phone swerves into you with a buggy of groceries and never bats an eye at it.
Does a rational person just keep going or do they tell that idiot off for almost mowing them over with a shopping cart? I pick the latter, because it's more effective in temperature control aka anger issues. Moving on to pick up soda. Did you know you can fit 10 elephants and at least a dozen families of 8 on that aisle where the sodas and water are? Me either, but they can and do. How is it, that my brand  is so conveniently placed by the store in the friggin middle, now has not just one or two carts with entire families congregated there, but they are spread out like a football team across the entire aisle. You say excuse me twice before shoving someone out of the way literally, and picking up your soda. Now i'm a big ole "asshole" and I'm laughing because somehow their deaf neanderthal heads never heard excuse me coming off my lips, which by the way is never quietly spoken because I have to say it loud enough to wake Jimmy Hoffa up wherever he's buried.
My last item, I wanted to get more but now I'm ready to just steam press my way across the entire store to get away from these twits. I'm almost to the toilet paper when a child runs straight in front of me causing me to trip into a stack of some product they haven't been able to sell since 1817, but now for the low price of $1 it's gonna go like hotcakes. I yell obscenities at "this so precious child happily skipping where is your mommy", when a woman sticks her head out from an aisle and says "i know you ain't talking to my child". My response " you're right because you would never dream of letting your demon spawn run amok in the store, such a proud parent you must be, now fuck off". Now I'm an even bigger "asshole" and a "white trash bitch" to add.

I'm still chuckling at these peasants because they created the problem with their pea brain lack of logic and get upset when someone dares to speak up about what they've done or haven't done. To be honest I've always considered myself a very nice person, but one move where stupid reveals itself and my inner ninja bitch comes out. Bam! Out comes the mean...every time...without fail.

That's just one example of about 15 minutes worth of stupid in one trip on one day. Another reason I only go to the store now, any location at all, because they make me angry with the lack of brain activity.

Kind of reminds me of how Jeff Foxworthy put it years ago "here's your sign", but some of these people just wouldn't know what to do with a sign if you gave them instructions in LETTERING THAT LOOKS SIMILAR TO THIS WITH PRETTY PICTURES TO SHOW HOW TO HOLD OR USE THAT SIGN.