The Adventure Machine

Today a child spit on me. She had to be about 11 maybe. It’s so hard to tell anymore. I was headed to the park to exercise my pups and there were three young kids there. As it was getting dark, I let them know the park was closing and where are their parents? Then what looked like the oldest child spit on me and ran off, following the other kids, laughing.

I feel sorry for the children of today. No interested parents, no good role models, all wanting to be social media popular – with no skills besides spitting on people, trespassing and whipping out phones to record reactions. Not today demons. The parents should be charged with assault, but who knows where they even live. So gross.

They are definitely up and coming Pussy Cat Gang Members.

I do give thanks to the good parents out there. It’s not all the kids or all the parents. But for the ones doing a good/great job it is painful to see what you and your children have to put up with. I can just remove myself. But kids get stuck in school with them.

When my home was broke into, a certain group of guys started meowing. Officer Perez, Eric Becker, Brandon Lau, the fake HOA president’s husband, and from Diana’s yard – could have been her or her husband.

This went on and then I saw a porcelain cat in my backyard, facing my side fence. This porcelain cat had formerly been in my office closet on a shelf. I had got it at an estate sale and as it was grouped with a few other items, I figured I could resale it.

Somebody had cut the head off and carefully glued it back together. So the person had a precision cut tool. It hadn’t been like that before. And it was a definite cut, not a break. I was almost envious of this tool.

The meowing stopped when I told the person meowing last (sounded like Eric Becker in Officer Perez’ yard) that it was like saying you were a “pussy” cat, “Here Pussy, Pussy.”

Somewhere in-between Megan Becker wrote a Craigslist ad that stated that when you are in the front yard, we are in your backyard going inside your home. The Perez’ have had a difficult time adjusting to my garage being open, me getting into and out of my vehicle – or me working in my front or side yard, thus killing a front bush – more about that later. The Craigslist ad pertained to what was going on in my life at the time, so I wrote a silly poem back.

It would have been CRAZY to think this ad was meant for me, even if it seemed relevant to my situation.

Lo’ and behold, Megan Becker Mean Girl read my reply out loud to Eric Becker,, Christina Perez, and Officer Perez. Megan Becker couldn’t stop laughing while reading my poem.. They didn’t care if I heard them as my garage was open and they made sure to be loud about it.

People like this not only want to commit a crime, but get off on knowing that you know and can’t do anything about it because no one believes you and don’t care anyway.

Some neighborhoods may have the Crips or the Bloods or some other notable gang, but here at Avalon Meadows we have The PUSSY Cat Gang.

As far as the spitting girl? I feel sorry for her. Her home life must be awful. I know when I visit other neighborhoods, the children are super awesome and their parents are out and about. Here at Avalon Meadows, you can count on home break ins, bullying, harassment, missing parents, spitting kids, and a police officer who is absolutely using people for all the wrong reasons.

It’s too bad that this neighborhood went this direction and this home is going to make a great rental once I complete some repairs, updates, and landscaping. My travel plans will just have to wait.

If you are struggling right now, and I talk to a lot of people while out and about and they share their struggles with me – DON’T GIVE UP. Be grateful for every day that you are blessed with. Things DO get better. When you are doing well and happy, that is when the demons try even harder. Remember your strength and how far you have come and the excitement of everything you have left to do. Take a deep breath, grab a really good book or create a new recipe – just keep ‘truckin. For me, I honor the highest – my Creator – and for some – worship may be different, but it gives peace during these tough times.