SundaySnooze

So here I sit after a WONDERFUL day in the A yesterday. 

It was all of 80+ degrees and I was loving it, a taste of summer for sure.  Me and Pookiesan did a bit of grilling and relaxed at home enjoying this day.

Of course living in Atlanta you see the damn-est things….yes people it was hot yesterday but why I ask do you have-ta break out the booty short, tank tops & flip flops…seriously I dont’ get it.

Ok so I have this neighbor to the right of me that is straight CRAZY…we call him Crazy Joe DaVola:CJD (Seinfeld reference).  Now before I start my rant about dude and his family let me just say I have nothing, let me repeat nothing against Jamaican’s AT ALL. However this dude is strange as hell, he does these rituals like chants to the sun and moon..noo, I’m not lying, oh how I wish I were.  Whenever we have a full moon, like last night’s super full moon, he goes in his back yard and starts howling like a wolf and beating on a drum, with family in tow.  The first time this happened I thought dude just got a hold of some weird kush and was tripping a bit but I was proven oh so wrong the next few full moons we were having there after.  This-negro-is-fucking-CRazy!

He is not your typical Jamaican dude (said in my best Jamaican accent) the laid back ganja smoking, soca listening, free-spirited dude I was expecting when I saw him moving in.  Oh nooooo, he is totally the opposite of that, he’s ab-normal as fuck, he doesn’t speak or even acknowledge that you are standing there or spoke to him, so my happy ass just don’t speak anymore.  He holds his kids up to the sun in the mornings, the last lunar eclipse we had in January the ambulance was called to the house and the baby had been taken away on a stretcher…I kid you not…I called my sis and said “Joe DaVola dun done something to the baby” and last night was no damn different, well a bit different.

So here we sit in the family room chillin after a great meal, windows open nice breeze coming in and watching a movie. Then it happens…they all came out into their back yard and of course started howling about 8pm, then (the different part), I started smelling this burning like grilling smell, so I told Pookiesan to go check and make sure our grill was totally cooled since we had covered it already, he checked and said it was CJD and family.  Now I already had it planted in my head that he would be out last night but I did know that he would be burning some mystical, ritual type moon dust that made me sick as shit. It was awful smelling and the only thing I could make out was the ganja the rest was chemical smelling.  My head started spinning and felt like I was gonna throw up and pass out right there, I closed the windows and went upstairs to look out of the guest room window.  They were standing around a smoky joe grill looking up a the moon and inhaling this concoction of weirdness, then the drums and music stated, followed by more howling and dancing.  I was too dizzy to continue to watch so I went to our room to lay down and told Pookiesan to come get me when something or someone blows up or the po-po comes.  This lasted till about 1am either the po-po was called or they are still in the backyard passed the fuck out from all the weirdness, I havent looked yet.

On the fertility front my RE’s office sent me a deposit form to agree to, sign and pay…wait….WHY? can anyone answer that for me.  We have FULL coverage so I don’t understand.  I will be calling them promptly tomorrow morning you can bet on that.  Maybe they knew CJD was gonna be smoking that crazy shit and I would be all confused and agree to everything…that’s my only explanation, but I am looking forward to hearing the answer to this one.  I am supposed to start BCP’s and get the meds ordered this week but that may be on hold depending on our conversation tomorrow. We’ll see.

Shelby is old she will be 10 this year, 70 in dog years, her ass is old, she has grey hair and cracking bones when she walks sometimes.  The Vet said she has some cataracts in both eyes which explains why she won’t go downstairs when it dark now (poooor puppy).  She has a lot of spunk as a 2 year old but she is getting up there and she has alooooot more gas now…oh the gas!  

Well until next time people!

~ by Mrs.G on 20 March 2011.