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A peek into the fractured mind of Missy. (Seen through the eyes of an innocent bystander.)
|WOW, what a weekend. I feel like I've been busier than a one legged man in an ass kicking contest. I mean no disrespect to all of those one legged men who choose to participate in the sport, I'm just saying I've been pretty dadburn busy. I've got to going with this thing since I accidently missed two entries. I had such big hopes that I would be able to write something every day, but tide and time wait for no man, or woman, as the case may be. I don't know who said that, but since I added a couple of words, I'm hoping it's not plagiarizism.
If you get bored easily, don't read any further. This is just something I had to get out of my system.
On to our story...I'm in the middle of a water-hose war right now. For over a week I've been pissed about a water-hose, if you can believe that. Now this is a long story, but if you've never had to go to war over a hose, consider yourself lucky. Some people are either too dense or too smartassed to see that they're not going to like the final outcome of their stupidity.
I live in a rural area, so it's safe to say that I may have some cows near the house I'm living in. They belong to my brother, so that's alright, after all, it's his house and land. Now my ex-step father lives across the way. I say ex because I don't even have a clue what he became after my mom died. Just some old perverted man is my guess.
So, according to "him" he and my brother had an arrangement that he would water these cows because he is hooked up to the well, and this pays for his water. Now here's the tricky part, I pay the efin' electric bill to run the pump for every drop of water he uses. Have I said anything to him about paying his part? No, I've been pretty nice about it, and just for the record...there was no such agreement between him and my brother. My brother hates him.
Anyway. I've lived here for a couple of years, and in that time the water-hose has been stretched across the yard at all times. We would either have to get it up when we mowed, or run over it. Needless to say, it didn't get picked up a couple of times, and so this man thought that "We" were going to buy a new one. WRONG! He's taped it up...
Now, about a couple of weeks ago, I decided that I was tired of it laying in the yard. I rolled it up for about 4 days, and he would unroll it and leave it laying in the yard again. I was nice, so I politely unhooked it and hid it. When he asked my little man about it, he told him I didn't want it in the yard. "But why?" he asked "It's always laid there and never was a problem before."
Next day. I tell him myself that I'm trying to clean up around the house. I'm tired of looking at messes everywhere..blah, blah, blah. No granted, I don't have very much company. I don't mind that one bit, but for him to stand there and say to me, "Nobody ever comes here, so what does it matter?" and things of that nature. I told him that was beside the point, I see it.
I can hear you asking, "Did he pick it up?" No! I'm not picking it up again, and if I get a hold of the lawnmower, I'm going to cut it into confetti, and tell him the crazy story of not being able to see it in the grass, or I didn't think it mattered since he obviously didn't care about its well-being enough to take a minute to roll it up when he finished.
I've known this man for right at 20 years, so I know he's not that stupid. He is just a smartass prick. He calls when he is going to go somewhere and will be gone a while and want me to take his dog out. As a matter of fact, he called this evening to schedule me for Thursday through Saturday evening. That takes some nerve. I told him I didn't think I would be able to, but you know the type of person who gets that tone of voice like they expect you to forget about any plans you have and do what they want? That's what I got. I told him I didn't know what I would be doing, so I couldn't say for sure if I would be able to. He says to me, "Do you need me to call and remind you?" I said that if I didn't answer the phone, I wasn't here.
I hate to say it, but I don't really like him, but he owes me a lot, so I'll use the hell out of him until he dies for what he put my mom through for the last year of her life. That's another long story, but trust me when I say, this is not something I normally do. This is a special case.