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We're gonna be getting MASSIVE snow today into tomorrow. I'd thought it was just tomorrow, but when I got Gavs on the bus this morn, the driver said, "You know they're coming home early?" I'm like, "Nooo... why's that?" He explained that the storm was coming, so I was all "Damn, thought that was tomorrow!" And the bitchy bus monitor woman was bitchy chirps in with, "Don't you listen to the radio or TV?"...
"We don't have TV," I said. *snarf* People refuse to believe me when I tell them that we only watch movies on vid/DVD and such. They don't get that to SOME, it's a frivolous expense, and we'd rather buy candy. No, I'm serious.
So it's exciting; a lil' scary, but it's nice to be holed up in wait for BIG SNOW. Gavs has his snow pants and Happy Feet boots, so he's set! We'll toss him into snow drifts left and right!
Last night, the Voc-Tech High School's student council held a big party for the town's kids, and we went.It was VERY cool, especially since it was done by the high schoolers, who were really showing that they were having fun doing it. Rare that. So yea, they had free delicious snacks, like cake, cupcakes, juice, etc., some raffles for things like oil changes and tire rotations (yay for industrial arts!) a huge bounce house that Gavs was obsessed with, karaoke, games and SANTA OMG.
So anyhoo, my mom and dad showed up, just cos' they like watching Gavs dance in circles. Which he did, as expected. So while he finally managed to force himself in the bounce house, my mom tells me about this guy in town.
Keep in mind--while our town isn't "rural", it's not very urban, either, and we're next to a LOT of small farming communities. There are certain areas in town which throw you back sixty years or so. But in the last ten-fifteen years, that's been encroached upon.
I WISH I had pictures, cos' you'd laugh; one of my mom's friends lives in this quaint and cute farmhouse, just at the start of one of the more rural streets--or USED to be rural, as these HUGE McMansions were put in right next to the farmhouse. When the developers came in, everyone sold their land--but my mom's friend. Lol. So sorry, rich snobs that moved into this town after a job transfer from NYC, you gotta put up with it.
But on another street, near all of this, there's ANOTHER farmer who has to put up with developments of these $700,000 cheaply-made monstrosities and their snooty owners. For Christmas, he ended up decorating his tractor with Christmas lights. The next thing he knows, this "woman" comes by from her house nearby, demanding that he take them off, as they were "tacky" and it brought down the value of her house.
?!??!??!?!??!??!??OP!UIO!!?!??!23!?!?
After this, people find out, like my mom's friends. Word spreads QUICK in this town, especially if you've lived here all your life. The next thing you know, people are calling about this to the "Pulse Line", a community bitch-about-everything phone line into the newspaper that lets you bitch about everything talk about things happening in town. All anyone can say is, "how DARE you act like this" and "he's been living there for sixty years... I THINK he has more rights than you when it comes to what he does with HIS LAND" and so on.
The best part, however, is that after her little hissy fit, the man put out a big bunch of plastic flamingos on his lawn... NOT to be even MORE tacky, but to demonstrate how the expensive but fall-apart-within-a-few-years houses were BUILT ON A DRAINED SWAMP.
*loves her stupid, backwards, but homey town*
"We don't have TV," I said. *snarf* People refuse to believe me when I tell them that we only watch movies on vid/DVD and such. They don't get that to SOME, it's a frivolous expense, and we'd rather buy candy. No, I'm serious.
So it's exciting; a lil' scary, but it's nice to be holed up in wait for BIG SNOW. Gavs has his snow pants and Happy Feet boots, so he's set! We'll toss him into snow drifts left and right!
Last night, the Voc-Tech High School's student council held a big party for the town's kids, and we went.It was VERY cool, especially since it was done by the high schoolers, who were really showing that they were having fun doing it. Rare that. So yea, they had free delicious snacks, like cake, cupcakes, juice, etc., some raffles for things like oil changes and tire rotations (yay for industrial arts!) a huge bounce house that Gavs was obsessed with, karaoke, games and SANTA OMG.
So anyhoo, my mom and dad showed up, just cos' they like watching Gavs dance in circles. Which he did, as expected. So while he finally managed to force himself in the bounce house, my mom tells me about this guy in town.
Keep in mind--while our town isn't "rural", it's not very urban, either, and we're next to a LOT of small farming communities. There are certain areas in town which throw you back sixty years or so. But in the last ten-fifteen years, that's been encroached upon.
I WISH I had pictures, cos' you'd laugh; one of my mom's friends lives in this quaint and cute farmhouse, just at the start of one of the more rural streets--or USED to be rural, as these HUGE McMansions were put in right next to the farmhouse. When the developers came in, everyone sold their land--but my mom's friend. Lol. So sorry, rich snobs that moved into this town after a job transfer from NYC, you gotta put up with it.
But on another street, near all of this, there's ANOTHER farmer who has to put up with developments of these $700,000 cheaply-made monstrosities and their snooty owners. For Christmas, he ended up decorating his tractor with Christmas lights. The next thing he knows, this "woman" comes by from her house nearby, demanding that he take them off, as they were "tacky" and it brought down the value of her house.
?!??!??!?!??!??!??OP!UIO!!?!??!23!?!?
After this, people find out, like my mom's friends. Word spreads QUICK in this town, especially if you've lived here all your life. The next thing you know, people are calling about this to the "Pulse Line", a community bitch-about-everything phone line into the newspaper that lets you bitch about everything talk about things happening in town. All anyone can say is, "how DARE you act like this" and "he's been living there for sixty years... I THINK he has more rights than you when it comes to what he does with HIS LAND" and so on.
The best part, however, is that after her little hissy fit, the man put out a big bunch of plastic flamingos on his lawn... NOT to be even MORE tacky, but to demonstrate how the expensive but fall-apart-within-a-few-years houses were BUILT ON A DRAINED SWAMP.
*loves her stupid, backwards, but homey town*