The 4th...

I had a pretty good holiday. Tuesday is one of the weeknights Corey spends with V. We decided to stick with the schedule because Corey had such a meltdown when I was in New Orleans. A meltdown that could be measured on the Richter scale I think. So we wanted to keep things as normal as possible this week. It never even occurred to me that after 3 months away from home Corey would not appreciate me leaving town, even for a short period of time. Anyway with Corey at V's I decided to take Cam to see the Transformers movie (awful), yeah the movie was awful. I swear do you have to turn off your brain completely to watch television or movies these days? I hate to sound like a snob but good grief pretty soon our kids will be eating the seats at the rate we are going. Cam wasn't impressed, he likes the cartoon but it didn't translate I guess. But he loved going to a movie in peace just me and him. And speaking of eating the seats when did everybody become so damn rude???? When T and I were leaving the concert we had not 1, not 2, but at least 10 guys almost knock us down to get to their cars. What happened to trying to get my phone number fellas now you are so stressed to get out of the parking lot you would trample a girl before you would try to talk to her I think. Then we had the brats at the movie theatre talking, mom has to answer every question asked in her normal speaking voice because we just have to be seen don't we? And then the fireworks. I love them let me state that for the record. I love fireworks...we go see them downtown every year and when I get home I watch them again on PBS without fail. But my neighbor took it to the extreme. I thought he was going to set my back yard on fire and after about 1:30 in the morning I had lost my sense of humor. Joey hid in the bushes for most of the day because they started firing them at about 8:00 in the morning. By the time we got back from the fireworks downtown I thought the poor dog was going to have a nervous breakdown. Not to mention Corey who really hates all the commotion. So finally @1:30 I went over...did I mention it was 1:30 in the morning? I asked in the calmest most polite tone of voice I could find umm hello 1:30...And asked them if they could kill the fireworks, firecrackers, bottle rockets, cannons, yelling, screaming kids, music, screaming adults...of course all this was condensed to one single word "ruckus" Excuse me it's late and I have to go to work in a few hours could you kill the ruckus???? I love southern dialect makes life simple. So what does my neighbor say? A very stately Japanese fellow with 2 beautiful daughters his wife and mother. They have at least 2 cookouts every month in the summer with the cars going all the way down the street and I have never...EVER knocked on his door and complained. But this morning I had an upset 15 year old and a shaking puppy, it was 1:30 in the morning, and I had to go to work (unfortunately). He said "this is my property I can make as much noise as I want!" Really? Oh REALLY? So yeah I called the police. It has finally happened, sigh. I am not cool, I am not with the in crowd, I am officially my grandmother...I called the police on my neighbor. It's illegal to have fireworks...and dumb to have them in our neighborhood with all the old trees, not to mention the drought we have been in.

But overall the holiday was great :)