Finally! We have a steady Internet connection. It was touch and go for awhile, but we think we have solved all the issues of not getting a steady signal.
Hope everyone had a pleasant and safe 4th. Ours turned out to be wet and hectic. Not fun for the most part and not quite non hazardous.
The weather lady lied, it had to be a prank or a lie considering all the Doppler radar crap at the studio she uses to predict the weather. Some sun, HA! The entire day was rainy and dark. But the food was delicious. G Man slow cooked ribs from 7am to 5pm. Then put them on the grill and applied bar b q sauce. His own. HHHmmmm, yummy!
My nephews proved to be obnoxious. I was playing Pirates of the Caribbean LIFE with them, and JP, the youngest, showed why he has no friends and how frustrated he is. Not only does he cheat every chance he gets, he is a poor loser and has a temper that is not under control. During the game he cried " you are only doing this to me because you are my brother and you hate me!!!" Obviously he wasn't yelling at me. AND then " I'm not playing any more if you do not let me spin again." To which auntie, that's me, replied, "JP you have all ready had your spin, it's DM's turn."
JP: "NO!! my wrist was twisted and I did not get a good spin!"
Auntie: " I am sorry but the rules are no re-spins."
JP: "Then I am not playing anymore."
And JP threw his money down and ran out of the cottage. His dad, my brother, came in to find out why JP was pouting, I told him what happened, he went outside and I could see JP demonstrate how his wrist was twisted and explain why he quit the game. My brother tousled JP's hair, and sat down in a chair. I am not sure what my brother said to my nephew, but JP was pleased with the conversation because he came into the cottage and informed me his dad said he did not have to help clean up the game. Oh boy!
As the day progressed the excuses from my brother and sister in law for the boys bad behavior ranged from low blood sugar to the deaths of their two dogs 6 months ago. Both my brother and his wife screamed and yelled at their son's for everything, or made excuses for them when the bad behavior was directed at me, G Man or the other people we had over. At one point I had to take a double look at my brother because he sounded just like my father. It scared me and gave me the willys.
But the bad behaviour and the excuse making was not the worst of the day and evening. My son had his buddies, who brought buddies, and my daughter had friends, who brought friends over to watch the fireworks. One of the buddies brought his own fireworks display to add to the $500.00 display my son was firing off. The only problem is the buddy had mortars and was lighting 2 at a time. Lighting two at a time is not smart. When the first one goes off it causes the second to tip over and fire at ground level. And what is at ground level, OUR NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE!!!!!!
Mind you we have met only two of our neighbors. The house that was directly in the path of the buddy's mortar we did not have the opportunity to meet. If we had we would have known the guy is CRAZY! I mean ANGER CRAZY! So after the finale of my son's fireworks, the buddy blew off 3 sets of mortars. Just as the buddy was going to lite the 4th round of mortars the neighbor, MW, came racing up the road, blowing his car horn. He got out of the car and started screaming like a banshee Indian war cry.
I was in the front of the cottage loading my mom in my brothers' van when some of the kids started streaming out of the house and telling me that MW was yelling that we blew a hole in his house. OMG! I knew it !I knew it! I told them I didn't want those god damn things in my house etc etc etc. To late the damage was done.
I ran to the back of the cottage and heard the guy screaming and other voices trying to calm the guy down but he was not having anything to do with calming down. In the mean time I scanned the remaining crowd and told everyone to get out because I did not know who was 21 and who was drinking, and I knew the police were going to show up. This is one of my biggest worries. Underage drinking on my watch and property. It doesn't go over well with the police. And I do not condone it. But that is another post.
After all the kids left I grabbed as many trash can liners as I could and started to clean up the left overs from the fireworks. MW was still screaming and hollering. Eventually G Man, my son, his buddy and our friend Sue returned to fill me in on what happened to the guy's house. NOTHING! The guy was a raving mad man that was lying A mortar did land in his yard but there was no damage to his house. No hole. No dent, no smoke damage. Nothing, nada. zip, zero damage to his house.
After a few minutes the buddy said "the guy kept my license." what you gave him your license??? Aaahhh no he took it from me. While all of the commotion was going on we were waiting for the police to show up. I knew the cops would come sooner or later. But the guys and Sue decided to go to MW's to get the buddy's license. Which only ignited a new round of anger and verbal abuse with some attempts at provoking a physical confrontation from MW towards the men in our group. Thankfully all my guys kept their tempers under control. I guess MW likes to get an inch from the other guys face and give him the universal FUCK YOU sign, and some other kinda hand sign, thumb to the nose with fingers waving. I am not sure what the definition of that signal is, but I am sure it's not nice.
Oh and did I mention MW is in his 60's and has had 2 heart attacks. His friend came out of the house to diffuse the situation and gave my guys that info. And the friend said MW has anger management problems, so there is no calming him when he gets going. Great! MW refuse to give back the license and told everyone yo get off his property. So they did.
The police showed up and said they would get the license back, if buddy wanted to press charges for the harassment, my son and husband would be charged with criminal mischief, unlawful use of firearms, reckless endangerment, and one other charge I can't remember. HHHHmmmm. Ok this is a no brainer. We will just forget about the harassment.
The police were really nice, they said they had about 68 complaints from other people around the lake regarding the illegal use of fireworks (fireworks are illegal in our state) and needed to get going. I promised them that they would not be returning to our cottage for anything like this again. They smiled gave the dogs a pat on each of their heads and left.
OMFINGGOD. I told you , I TOLD YOU, I didn't want those fucking fireworks. No look what happened. My son just gave me his smile and hugged me and said "OK so next year I won't buy so much and we will limit the crowd." "HAHAAh just kidding."
AAGGGHHH!
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10 comments:
Wow.
... so I take it you're glad it's over..
Dick: yes. I am glad it's over. Never a dull moment at my house
Oh my god, you live next door to a Stu!
We used to stay at this place in Mexico. One of the neighbors spent his entire life in an alcoholic stupor (hence the name, Stu) and would come out screaming anytime someone started lighting fireworks on the beach, which of course in Mexico is all the time. What an asshat.
Personally, I think fireworks are a huge waste of time. As far as the asshat neighbor goes, I recommend a tazer!
There's another person in the world that doesn't think fireworks are all that, SD? Holy cow. I'm no fan at all.
Mr. Ex is the fireworks king.
Cheer, you sound like you handled the situation like I would have. Since prevention was basically futile, prepare for damage control!!
Kirby: Thankfully it's only once a
year
Skyler's dad: A waste of time and a HUGH wste of money
Bubbles: Damage control is about it
I'm not allowed to light fireworks off in Rocky Point (Mexico) anymore because I once lit the neighbor's ass on fire.
It's windy on the beach, what can I say?
Wow-- I don't know who's worse-- the enabling parents or the blowhard neighbor.
My son was complaining last year about the fireworks in his mother's neighborhood. And he loves fireworks. They evidently usually go on until the wee hours. My ex would call the police, but probably close to half her neighbors are policemen (and firemen-- it's one of the Chicago neighborhoods that cops and firemen live in large numbers). Complaints fall on deaf ears.
Johnny: Enabling parents are a problem in our house. Actually enabling father I should say. Mom's concerns are ignored usually.
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