Occasionally while driving I look out the window and check
out the houses. I am looking for anything from the cars in front of the house
to the quality of grass, wide open curtains that allow you to see the interior,
or for sale signs. However, my peaceful experience has been ruin one too many
times by the horrible sight of an exposed junkie backyard. Unfortunately, junkie
front porches cause the same amount of disgust. A back yard should not look
like the best of hoarders or like a third world country threw up in your yard, especially
when people can drive by and see everything. Without question I am always left
wondering what does in the inside look like and how does it smell. Please
understand I am not asking anyone to buy fancy outdoor furniture and premium
grass seeds, but clean up your exposed mess or buy a fence.
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Monday, June 1, 2015
Pet Peeve 65: Junkie Exposed Backyards
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Thursday, April 28, 2011
Pet Peeve #51: Uninvited Visitors!
I really do not understand why people show up to someone’s house unexpected and uninvited. I do know the people who tend to do this have no life, poor social skills and little to no friends. Call me or text me first before you come to my house. Give me time to work up a lie (forgive me Lord), so I can explain why now is not a good time to visit. When I am home, I am in my bag on super relax mode. If I wanted to see you, I would have visited, and if I wanted to talk, I would have called you on the telephone.
Why is it that uninvited visitors show up saying, “We thought you wanted company”. Did I say I wanted company? NO! That is just a dumb statement to justify your unexpected visit. When they come in your house they are always hungry, thirsty, or they always walk around the house. When my doorbell rings, I don’t come to the door, but I look out the window. I don’t do well with uninvited visitors and I do not have a problem with screaming from the window, “STOP IT! UGH”!
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