Bob The Asshole's Daughter and Her Satan’s Spawn

This morning my daughter had to get out of her house so that the cleaners could do their job without two active boys and an active ++++ German Shepard year old puppy getting underfoot. Makes sense. Arwen and her hubby had to get out too which meant that we had a wonderful visit. We sat and chatted for a while and enjoyed the overly hot weather. We are having the warmest summer that I can remember. I will grant that my memory is slipping and I complain more than I ever did before, but it has been hot.

 

Lately I have been thinking that I should show Hurricane and Tornado how to erect a tent so that when they are camping with their buddies or girlfriends they aren’t the donks that have no idea how to set up a tent. I should take them camping, but somehow I don’t think that will ever happen. It wouldn’t be fair to the wild animals. They did pretty good and for the most part paid attention and should be able to think thru whatever tent they need to put up. Mind you, now they probably have holographic tents that come out of a gameboy, playstation or cell phone.

 

When they left to go to hockey camp and whatever else they needed to do today, Louise and I went to do some shopping and to buy a ticket on a dream…again!

 

I brought the first load of groceries in and on the second load I noticed that one of the two tents we put up (yes, I have five or six tents) was missing. WTF????

 

Who steals a tent? Why steal a tent, a really good tent is only a couple hundred bucks and not thirty or forty years old. Needless to say I was pissed off and disheartened by how our society has turned into liquid shit. While I was disassembling the other tent I noticed that the missing tent was no longer missing, but in the neighbours back yard. I climbed over the fence and fetched my property back.

 

A little background here. The house next door was bought at the height of a real estate boom for just over $400,000. If that house is worth $340,000 I would be surprised. It was bought by Bob the Asshole and his wife. I have written a couple of blogs about them, “Bob The Asshole” and ”Bob The Assholes Wife” which should give some needed background. Bob the asshole is no longer around, either he died or she kicked his ass to the curb, of the two I would prefer the first choice. Anyways, when Covid hit, Bob the Asshole’s daughter and her two demon spawn teenagers moved in with Bob the Assholes wife. I thought that hair growing around my nipples was stupid and useless, but if these kids far outstrip any unwanted pubic hair.

 

Really, really, really fucking lazy. They do nothing winter or summer. The oldest kid (19) thinks he has what it takes to make millions of dollars playing video games on Youtube. He couldn’t fart a nickel if you shoved ten bucks up his ass. The younger waste of flesh wants to be just like his big brother, but I am not sure he has what it takes.

 

So, I think it was one or both of these geniuses that tried to steal my tent, but I am not going to rule out Bob the Assholes daughter, I think she takes after her dad. Shame she didn’t get kicked to the curb or choice number one. Grandma was innocent because she was at work. Did I mention that the 73 year old grandma is the only one that works in the house?

 

Well, I feel better now.

 

Normally I trim the hedge between our houses (her hedge) but now it will only be my side and the top. They won’t care because they are all assholes. When winter comes and I am pretty sure it will come again I will no longer shovel the snow to their steps to make it easy for them to get to their trucks in the morning. But, they won’t care because they are assholes. My idea of getting even is stupid. It makes no sense talking to them because THEY ARE STUPID ASSHOLES!

Bring On The Hail

Last June in Calgary there was a hailstorm that cost 1.2 billion in insurable damages. That of course doesn’t count the damages incurred that were not insured or just the out of pocket monies spent by the home and business owners.

 

This happened in an area of the city that could least afford out of pocket expenses. A large portion of the people living in this area actually work for a living. They are the ones that get paid minimum wage, but as we found during Coronavirus times they were and are the most indispensable workers. They can not for the most part work from home but had to go out daily to stock shelves, pick our groceries, deliver our meals, clean the hospitals and quite literally keep the country running. They got little thanks and still get little thanks, but t they were not asking to be thanked.

 

That hailstorm hit the N.E. very hard. Louise and I drove thru the area that was most afflicted a few days later and there was devastation everywhere. Cars looked like golf balls, covered in dimples, windows in entire neighbourhoods were smashed, the vinyl siding that most of the homes have was shredded and anything breakable was broken. In any other area of the city the hailstorm would have been declared a natural disaster and disaster relief would have been paid by the different levels of government. Most of these people were left waiting on insurance companies and once the insurance companies agreed there was damage, quotes from home repair companies had to be acquired. 

 

Of course there weren’t enough companies to do the work so out of province workers came in. Most of these were reputable firms, but there were more than a few con artists that took money and did poor work or none at all. I guess this is the way of the world.

 

We live in the N.E. as well, but hailstorms can devastate one area and just two or three streets over just a heavy rain fell. We were lucky!

 

Last week conditions were ripe for more hail to come and those people that were hit last year went out and covered their cars with comforters and tarps trying to mitigate the damage. Luckily nothing as serious as the storm last year happened, but as long as Calgary gets plus thirty temperatures and unstable winds out of BC, it is a crap game. 

 

Last week we did have hail at our house and some damage. Lucky for us it was only the Kale plant that got shredded. If that is the result of hail falling on our property, I say bring on the hail!