I’m so sleepy. I kept waking up all night because I was hot and I haven’t slept well all weekend because of the fools who feel the need to set off illegal fireworks. I grew up in a neighborhood prone to brush fires and I worked in the mountains for many years so it just makes me crazy. Monday night we had a drive-by firework problem.
Guys would pull up in a champagne Lexus open their trunk and set off m80’s and these loud three story fountains which got way too close to our roofs. And then go around the block and do it again and then come around again. I called 911 and they told me unless we were on fire it wasn’t an emergency. I am never, ever, ever voting for anything for the LAPD again on a bond issue. We keep having this problem we’ve even had a guy murdered on our street but the cops never come or once they sent a car with no radio just a cell phone. Yeah, we feel safe. I want to move back to Pasadena, They come and they come quick when you call.
By the sewer I lived
By the sewer I died
They said it was a murder
But it was sewer-cide
I spent most of the weekend when we weren’t at the movies or watching the Tour de France buying gifts. One of my friends at work adopted a 14 year old boy. They adopted his sister at birth 11 years ago but the birth mother kept her older son. She then proceeded to abandon him and the last time had him taken away and her parental rights severed due to abuse and he has been in foster care. My co-worker just found out about him a month or so ago and last week they got to adopt him and bring him home to California. He was in Arkansas.
So we put together a basket for her. Having worked with foster kids I know they never get to keep anything so I had fun getting things that were just for him to keep and own. I also got a bunch of gift cards so he could choose what he would like. I’m glad I did because it turned out he had exactly one thing he owned from all his foster homes.
We also decorated her cubicle with all kinds of “It’s a boy stuff”. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a happy adoption card especially for a someone who isn’t a baby?
I’m glad we did it. But what I can’t figure out is why I’m always the one at work to think to do these kinds of things. I’m the one who put the basket together for our boss when she had her hysterectomy with the stuff I knew she’d need. Oh Well…