sarah's Arty Dreams

Earlier, I had the pleasure of hearing my daughter scream from down the street from where she was playing. This is never a good thing, especially when it is her scream of anger and detest. I know my daughter's screams.....apparently.

She came running into the house and cried, "They took all my gum!!" Ok, now...do what? Poor baby was sobbing and could barely get her words out clearly. She explained to me that she gave away her Watermelon Huba Bubba to the kids and they just grabbed it and ran off not worrying about playing with her one bit. So anyway, later 2 of the kids brought a note to the door and rang the doorbell and ran. Now isn't that just the cutest? Awwww so wonderful how children are raised now a days. NOT!

So I went outside to gingerly talk to the kids and let them know how it isn't nice to write letters like that to others and all of that politically correct things. One of the older sisters came roaring down the street in her big A truck and asked what was going on.

*my thoughts inside my brain immediately were*
Ok NUMBER 1 chick, YOU ARE 4 HOUSES DOWN, WALK!
Number 2, Your big A truck doesn't intimidate me.
Number 3, Your the big sister...not the mother. Get me the mother!

So after the teen realized that I wasn't going to give her the note, she put her big A truck into reverse and went home.

I had my little talk with the kids and then went home, it was as simple as that. Brings me to a memory that I have growing up in my neighborhood as a child. There was a guy that lived down the street named Brandon Bacon. We used to call him Brandon 'Burnt' Bacon. Poor kid But he wouldn't be afraid to hit me! I would fight boys all the time, but he would go for blood! Anyway....he is in prison now for something or another.

Let's just all get along.


Sarah