Crazy lady

8-22-13

So much to do!!

The boys were outside Steve, moving giant pieces of concrete to a pile. We had told them to do this, mostly to keep them out of trouble, and because let’s face it; there is nothing more fun to kids than to be allowed to throw giant rocks. As they tossed stones a pickup truck pulled up in front of the house where a woman started talking to the boys.

She told the boys to make sure to drink lots of water since it was warm out. It was cute, really, to have a random neighbor worried about the welfare of my kids. She asked them if their mom was around. I was right inside the door, so I popped out with my full smile and false confidence to talk to new people.

She called me over to the truck where she quickly gripped my arm in what seemed very affectionate, but unnerving in a lot of ways. She introduced herself, but I can assure you there is no way I can remember her name since I was spending too much time trying to figure out her angle.

There was a younger man in the truck with her, who almost looked embarrassed to be with her. This made me feel better if only because it was apparent she was just an over enthusiastic older lady. She then proceeded to give me advice.

“Don’t let the boys pee on slanted cement.”

My mind raced, wondering if perhaps the boys had decided to pee out front in a funny boy thing. I knew this was farfetched, but seriously, who introduces themselves and then proceeds to tell you to make sure your offspring doesn’t urinate a certain way?

“You know, like the cows do.”

Ok, now I know this broad is bat shit crazy.

I nervously laughed with her, watching her driving companion roll his eyes and try to change the subject by complimenting my hair. I really think she meant well, but wow. Bitch be crazy.

We drove out to the South LA shelter so I could try to look at this 20 day old puppy. The pup was listed as available online and I had called once. The lady on the phone was super nice and said that they don’t adopt them out till they are 8 weeks. She said I couldn’t put my name on a list to adopt the dog, but I could keep checking in. I figured I should go down there to see if we could maybe see the dog. If the puppy wasn’t the one for me, I wanted to know if I was wasting my time or not.

Their facility is gorgeous. Too bad it is located on a hidden and rather scummy street. The customer service employee was super nice and directed us to the animal building. We headed over where there were 5 employees standing around. They didn’t acknowledge us, despite there being no one else in there. We stood there for a bit, still waiting on someone to help, but it was almost as though they didn’t want to deal with people.

Finally, one of the employees was heading out and he walked past us and actually asked us if we needed help. I showed him the print out from online and he went to go look up the dog. He was nice. The bitch who spoke to us, well, let’s just say perhaps she should be put down.

She told us the dog wasn’t available because it was still nursing. I asked if we could at least see the pup. She said no. There was no explanation. There was no sympathy. It was just flat out, no. We asked if they make exceptions since we would be more than willing to bottle feed. She practically interrupted us with this no. We asked why not and she simply said it was against the law. She offered no other explanation. She was rude, she was cold, and seriously, not the face the shelter should have.

I was told the dog is available the 27^th. She didn’t say which month, so I don’t even know if that means next week or a month from now (which technically would make more sense). Either way, I hoped that a mean dog there would bite her face off. Of course, then they would euthanize that dog, and that would be all kinds of sad.

I have emailed one of the executives I could find online, but today it is my mission to get this bitch in trouble.

We get Frank’s truck tomorrow, which means we spend the afternoon loading up. Since we are going to Steve Saturday morning to accept money from a lady who is buying the stove along with seeing the final chapter of my mom’s epic tale of Talbert and Jack and some magic crystals, we will be able to unload then.

It turns out Pergo will not work on my kitchen floor. It is slanted, so unless we want to spend gobs of money to correct that, we will need to look at something else. This means some form of tile. My mom and I will be looking at tile on Saturday.

Bobby has another soccer practice tonight. I also have to meet up with Jerry to sign some checks. Hopefully everything doesn’t take too much since I want to get some things done. Maybe I should take a week off. LOL!