Where it all started....

Well, it started many years ago at a company called RPS. The company name changed and so did mine in 2001. From there, the road led us to the ATL and our own business. I left the road to have babies, but it sure is hard to take the trucker out of a Momma!



Sunday, February 12, 2012

The Saga with my dumbass neighbor

So the saga continues.....

His kid finally got caught riding his quad on the road or he is sick, because for 5 days now, there has been peace on the streets of Victoria Cove.  I am not so evil that I want the kid to not be able to have fun in life, but until he and his father show he knows how to ride responsibly and stay off the streets, I will continue to call the police.  I fear for the safety of my kids in the yard playing and while we are driving on the same streets that require me to have a license, insurance, and a plated car.  I have done nothing childish towards this man or his kid.  Yes, I make fun of his 17yr old Waffle House bride on facebook (he is 52) and complain about his stupidity and the stupidity he is passing on to his kid.  But, I do not stoop to childish levels like this ass or his kid are doing.  Here is a piece of mail I received yesterday:

It is from the Marines.  Isn't that nice....Fatty Fatty


I failed to take a picture of the sign he put in his yard directly pointing towards my yard that said Weight Watchers Meets Here.


I know I am fat.  Having babies, loosing my daily workout from my old job, not having time to focus on me because of said babies and a growing business, out of whack hormone levels (documented by an MD), thyroid condition and some serious PPD have all taken a toll on me.  I KNOW I need to get back in shape.  I do go to the gym, albeit not as often as I like or need.  Knowing this, I also know what else is important and it is the girl and the boy and the husband.  Most of what I do is not for me, it is for my FAMILY.  For making things right in life for them.  For making sure they know right from wrong.  For growing them into productive members of society.
My weight is something that can be fixed if I truly focused on it and gave up an hour and a half a day to go to the gym as well as really watching what I eat.  It will come some day when my kids are a little older and when they can do a little more for themselves.  Until then, call me Fatty and post stupid signs in your yard directed at me.  I can fix my problem.  But, in the words of comedian Ron White, "You can't fix stupid!".

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