Mimi, I'm a little late but with me that's no surprise. I really had nothing for F-Bomb Friday until just a few hours ago...
We are currently redoing our entire yard which will include fencing in the back yard. After 7 years my patience are shot, the dogs have won and in another week they will no longer be able to terrify my neighbors on the community trail that goes through our back yard. That could actually be considered a loss for the dogs, I guess it depends on how you look at it. Whatever. The electric fence has been cut in so many places that it will have to be replaced. The yard is 100% black dirt which means loads of fun for this doggy Mommy! We now have a dirt bottom pool and I feel like Mrs. Inglass with a dirt floor. Good times!
Babe and I were out front looking at our mess when we heard the squealing of tires and the roaring of an engine. We looked up to see a car tearing around the corner and flying down our street. We live in a community were children are outside playing, people are walking or jogging and pets live in almost every house. We also live in the same neighborhood as the Sheriff which really holds as much value as my gym membership card but that's another story!
It's graduation weekend, excited teenagers and parties are everywhere so the crazy teenage drivers are sure to be plentiful but not on MY street! Babe calmly walked in the middle of the street and put his hand up. His intentions were to be very cool and tell the kid to slow down and remind him of the many younger kids in the neighborhood. My husband can be a hothead sometimes especially when it comes to his girls and their well being so when the driver {Punk-ass for the rest of the story} threw his car into reverse and quickly backed up I knew without a shadow of a doubt I had my F-Bomb Friday post!
Babe walked back to the yard, Punk-ass quickly drove forward while his buddies laughed it up. Babe called the front gate to advise them and ask them to get a tag number if possible. He then jumped in his car. There was no way he was going without me. Without me Punk-ass was a goner without me!
Just before this started I saw a kid from the neighborhood drive in front of the house. This kid has no drivers license and was driving his Dads company car. This is the same kid who gave his friends the alarm code to his house while he and his family went on vacation. His friends came in trashed his house, stole most their Christmas presents, broke into several neighborhood cars and partied like rock stars until the cops came at 2 in the morning. Nice friends huh?!!?
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out where Punk-ass was going. We pulled around to the neighbor kids house just as they were leaving. We somewhat blocked the driveway {I was afraid Punk-ass would hit our car} and rolled the window down. Babe was still surprisingly calm. Punk-ass continued backing out. Babe told him to stop when he didn't Babe got out of the car. Punk-ass repeatedly yelled "get away from me dude, dude get away from me", his vocabulary was incredibly impressive! Babe began telling him that he was trying to be cool and ask that he slow down but after his bone-headed move he had taken it to another level. Punk-ass said he backed up in an attempt not to him. He then grew a pair and became very vocal with my husband while his friends, including the neighbor kid, sat in fearful silence. When he opened the door and stepped out toe to toe with my husband I knew my decision to tag along was a good one. Punk-ass was trying to bait my husband into hitting him, my job as the buffer was very much needed at this point! Words continued to go back and forth, Punk-ass was either very sure of himself or very stupid! With my encouragement to leave it alone Babe told the kid he was done, took a picture of his license plate and got in the car.
With Honeys yearbook I was able to find Punk-ass and with the assistance of the world wide web had his phone number, address and Mamma's name within 5 minutes! For $24.95 I can also get his GPA and blood type!
Ring* Ring* Hello Mrs. Punk-ass...lets talk about your boy shall we!
Seriously, what in the world is going on with our kids? I would have been so afraid of any adult that caught me doing wrong that I would have been frozen in fear. The thought of what my Mom & Dad would do and disappointing them usually kept me in check. These kids, most of these kids, have no regard for adults what so ever! Can someone please tell me where we've gone wrong?
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