Remember in the beginning of the year I had this whole new outlook on how things were going to be in my life? Within the first couple of weeks 2009 kicked my ass showed me who was his bitch. That would be me.
Honestly, the reason I haven’t written much in Random and Odd is fear of repercussion. Whenever I write something, someone takes every thing I say and turns it around. They also give me shit for having this place on the in the internet. They give me shit for having five minutes to sit down and write.
It reminded me of the time I thought I would make my step-son’s mother a very nice video (when home video cameras were sort of new) of her son playing with his daddy in our first home and she watched it and then proceeded to call us and tell us every health hazard she witnessed on the video (sliding glass door to close to the couch…might get off couch and lose balance and fall through it. Forgot to shut the bathroom door, he might fall in the toilet. ect..) Except…looking back on how crazy my ex-husband’s baby momma was…she was a walk a park compared to now.
You know though…my 37th birthday is coming up and there is one thing I have learned in the last twenty years and that is to say, “fuck you. fuck that. fuck off.”
I’ve also come to realize that if I write here or NOT write here I am still getting shit for it ….so I am going to write here.
In addition to that bullshit, this website caused my neighbors to go around and try to get my neighbors to sign a petition to make me move. They have been reading Random and Odd for some time and I honestly couldn’t care less because there is nothing I have said about them, anyone else or even myself that isn’t true.
He confronted me one day and mentioned that I was making him out to be a prick on the internet. I honestly had no clue how to respond to that because I thought a better name had never picked. He said he wanted to ‘sit down and talk about this.’ and I agreed. I told him to get his wife and I would get my husband and we would sit down and talk about it.
He never called.
He has asked me if he could remove a tree because it was blocking up his pipes. I said, ‘sure’ from the start. He removed the tree. Haven’t really had any problems with him since. We do fine just ignoring each other now. As long as my dogs aren’t being harmed and the cops have stopped showing up at my house because I have weeds growing in my backyard that are, without a doubt, normally taller than the fence…I’m happy. Oh and when he goes out of town and takes his dogs, because when he doesn’t…hours and hours of yapping dogs…..but truthfully that isn’t that often anymore and I have to say my dogs do their fair share of annoying barking (thanks to the kids at the school)
I use to be that person that wanted everyone to get along. When someone thought something of me that wasn’t true, I was hurt beyond repair.
No, i’m not perfect and I have these monumental flaws…but I don’t use people, I don’t say mean things to people out of anger or frustration, even when I have been done wrong I will still do respectful things and I don’t feel that I am owed any favors.
The one thing I truly stand for is FAIRNESS.
Never take more than you give.
and I will finish off this post with that because I’m pretty sure my dog is tearing up toilet paper in the bathroom.
18 responses to “Fogging up the windows and drawing pictures”
Yes, I too have caught shit for my blog – even writing on it.
People are pathetic.
Who hasn’t caught shit for their blog? I lost a good friend over her blog…and my husband bitches about mine. Eh, whatever. I need a place to vent, so that is what I do. I also need somewhere to be whacky and post stupid pictures…
My husband always wants to know if I’m blogging, whom I might be blogging with or what I may or may not be writing. He cannot stand it if I have a moment to myself when I’m not in his sight and I’ll be truthful, for the past several months I haven’t written much because it’s too much.
I bought myself a beautiful red laptop for my 43rd birthday last summer and he opened it before I got a chance to. Then he proceeded to give me shit about how I was paying for it and blah, blah, blah…now to keep some kind of peace in my household, I use the laptop upstairs, in the living room so everyone always knows where I am. Of course, that makes it extremely difficult to write….but whateva.
I say to you, Write what you want, when you want and fuck all those morons who think for some weird reason that they have a say in what you do or don’t do, write or don’t write…fuck ’em all.
“Treat others as you would like to be treated.”
Ok Weezie, I think you just figured out why I have loved you for over 20 years! (OMG we are getting old) don’t be afraid to speak your mind, EVER! People read your blog becuase it is truthful, open and honest. If you keep worrying about what other people think, you will never write or speak another word as long as you live! People love you, adore you and are truly appreciative of you. Who else do you know who would give their friend a color crayon to write a suicide note or be affraid (very affraid) of cucumbers or go skurfin becuase it was just fun! How many people do you know that would fit 4 girls in a double bed and be comfortable? You are a fun, loving and caring person. Don’t let anybody get you down!
Seriously? These prick neighbors are such haters! Who has that kind of time on their hands, to devote to starting a petition to get you kicked out because of your blog? This neighbor needs to GET A LIFE!
obviously you are lying.
no one would try to get a petition signed to get you kicked out of the neighborhood. its not possible. who would they take it to? a realtor and say….”hey can you sell my neighbors house?? oh you cant? but i have a petition!!!”
are you really serious?
cause if you are…you might want to get a stronger prescription.
stop making things up. its only making you look foolish.
Jessie or (neighbor’s daughter), (I had her name up her until I realized I had NEVER once mentioned who my neighbors are and I don’t want to put her name out there for the world to see…SEE…even when someone does something pretty shitty (like the comment she left) I do the right thing.)
I wish I were.
One night when were all outside hanging around and someone mentioned the time when the neighbors came over in tears rambling on about ‘her website’ and my neighbor was clueless (she thought it was a facebook or myspace page) and she said, ‘no, i don’t want to sign it.” and that’s when my other neighbor said, “Oh yeah, I remember that!”
And as for the ‘real estate’ comment… We have CC&R codes they are all up on. I don’t know them, but maybe it says something in their little CCR Bible that if they got enough signatures…who knows.
Yes. I’m really serious. You probably know the whole story with much more clarity than I do.
And what prescription would you be talking about? Clearly you are a daily reader…which is just weird. Your family hates me….and they don’t even know me and I have never done anything to them until provoked…over and over and over again.
Lastly…if you want to be bitchy…next time just send me normal hate mail like everyone else. Or maybe you can get a petition to get me kicked off the internet. Oh silly me…now that’s JUST FOOLISH.
This is EXACTLY what I am talking about. People like you.
By the way…my degree is in computer science it wasn’t difficult to figure out exactly where your comment came from, your name, phone number…ect. Be more careful when leaving bitchy comments. Best to just email me if you have a problem with me because I will call you out on it if you chose to make this any more public.
Ummmm….what is this about four girls in one bed? And why was I not one of those girl?
LOL…I love how you totally miss the whole fuck off comment and zoom on in to the 4 girls in a bed comment.
Keep in mind…Christina has known me since before…shit…she knew me when I was virgin! ouch!
You might wanna just move to get away from all the crazy fucks you live around. Sorry people are idiots.
This is why I love you.
Thank you, Kami. Love you too!
Ya know Kristine, I have been reading you for a while now and um, I don’t recall you saying bad stuff about people (neighbors). And when you needed to vent about something personal, you password protected. So hey neighbor, get a freaking clue!This blog is not about you.
Hang in there Kristine and try and let them roll right off you. People like that are not worth our energy.
This is why I use a pseudonym. It’s like locking your car or your house. It won’t top someone who’s really determined, but the casual fuckhead will move along. If someone wanted to track me down they could, but they’d have to work at it a bit. They’d also be very sorry when they found me.
Oh, and @ Jessie Smith: Fuck you. Get a life.
*starting a petition to get you to move to my neighborhood.*
You’d like it here … except maybe the weather.
Allisone…I actually like it here. I really loved it back when we all use to have these BBQ’s in the court every weekend, when only one neighbor had a pool and we were all invited over to use it and share dinners together. I liked it when a neighbor was having problems, the other neighbors would help out. If someone’s lawn mower was broke, they didn’t offer to let us borrow it…you would walk outside to your neighbor mowing your lawn for you. If you were emotionally drained they offered to take your kids to ice cream so you could have 10 minutes of peace.
Somewhere along the line everyone here got a bit judgmental on how people should be, what they should drive and when it was okay to have a breakdown.
Me, I could care less if someone isn’t driving the right car, their house isn’t perfectly cleaned, or any of the other things people judge other people by.
Now it’s just everyone keeping to themselves and trying not to kick up dust because god forbid we do something and get the people in this neighborhood talking about you.
I’m glad I came out of the house long enough to meet a new friend…and in the process found out about what a friend is and how they treat you.
Wow, Kristine!
Sorry you have to live around people like that. I had no idea.
It’s like high school all over again. People need to chill the fuck out.
It’s like you live on Wisteria Lane or something;0) Hang in there chick.