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thatonethere

So here's the deal. My husband and I had cut down a tree 3 years ago, and we were burning the stump. It took quite some time in order to get the stump burned all the way down to the desired level. My neighbors knew we were burning the stump. We were very careful to take the necessary precautions when burning it (digging a bole around the stump, and maintaining a very low fire). I went off to work while my husband maintained the burn. Since the fire had burned down to coals, he went in the house to grab a beer and some marshmallows for roasting because he figured he'd take the time to chill out while he was finishing his project. He heard a big diesel engine outside, and he went to investigate. Guess what?? The neighbors called the fire department.

Now here's a background on my neighbors. They had been finding ways to harass us as soon as we moved into our home three years ago. They called the city to report our lawn as "not being green enough" and for it being more than "6" long). They wrote us a nasty letter telling us that we should move to an apartment because we "clearly don't know how to own a house" and "that's where we belong". Since the, we installed Zoyzia grass to replace the craMFy grass we already had. The home we bought was a HUD home and it needed a lot of work on the inside. While we were working on the house, we had to remove a whole lot of crap, As we removed all of the crap, the neighbor called the city because we were removing it, and we were waiting until the weekend to haul it away. We thought she decided to bury the hatchet because she gave us a tile saw that her husband was no longer using. Her husband had been doing tile projects in his house, and since they finished, they had no use for it. A week later, the fire department was called. Luckilly, the fire department was very reasonable, and they asked my husband if he was having a cook out, and that the fire would be legal if he was. My husband said he was. The funny thing was that my other neighbor (whose really cool) came across the street and said "What? The neighbors are still harassing you guys? just so the fire deparment could hear him say it. With that, the fire department left us alone, and my husband added more wood to the fire just to piss off the neighbors. But the interesting thing was that the neighbors were outside when the fire department came. They were inside before the fire dept showed up.

I kept thinking to myself "What the hell is this woman's problem?" My husband and I keep to ourselves, we aren't loud, and we are friendly. We talk to the rest of our neighbors, and are friends with them. We maintain our yard, and have a lot of beautiful flowers. I talked to my friend about the situation, and she thinks the neighbor might be racist and have a problem with interracial relationships. I've spoken to them before all of the trouble started and they seemed like nice people. I'm thinking the neighbor's wife is one of those kinds of people who like to pretend to be nice and then case trouble just so she can pretend to be nice again. The sad thing is that I bought that house, so I'm stuck with it until I can fix it. I love my neighborhood, I just hate this woman and wish she would hurry up and die. She's not really old (mid to late 40s), and it seems like she's trying to compete with us. Every new thing we add to our yard, she does something similar. I have come to two conclusions throughout this ordeal:
1. she might be an unhaMFy woman who is probably going through menopause, and has to find something to control.
2. People in the US who say "love is blind" are full of shit. Love is only blind if you and your partner are of the same race, and same religion as long as the religion is in a familiar vein of Christianity.

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thatonethere

I am SOOOOOO glad to see all of these kids nowadays on skateboards AND listening to hip hop AT THE SAME TIME. That's right folks! Everybody in my all Black neighborhood thought I was some bizzare sellout wierdo for wanting to try skateboarding back in the day, and now EVERYBODY'S DOING IT!!! I was way ahead before my time! So take THAT!!! MUHA AHAAHAAA!!!!

Anyway, now that I have that out of the way, here's the story:

The year was 1987, and I was in 3rd grade. I had cable tv. You remember the first cable setup with the wood grain box that sat on top of the tv, and it came with this big ass remote with a million buttons on it, a red LED light that blinked each time you pressed the buttons on the remote, and half the buttons on the remote did NOTHING at all but make the LED blink? Anyway, I was watching MTV and I saw these kids doing tricks in the halfpipe. That had to be the coolest thing I ever saw at that time, and I had made up my mind that I was going to be the first girl skateboarder ever. The problem was that I couldn't get my mom to get me a skateboard for Christmas, my Birthday, or any other day outside of Christmas that there was a slim possibility I would get presents, simply because I am a girl. The neighbor boy down the street got a Bart Simpson skateboard, so I used his to practice just in case I got one too. I thought I had to be on my death bead in order to get a skateboard, but logic would have said that if I was dying, I wouldn't be able to USE a skateboard, so I STILL couldn't have one. I wanted a skateboard for a very long time, and it didn't take me too long to forget about the dream of being the very first girl skater.

Fast forward to 1998.

Afer asking for a keyboard for my birthday or Christmas (because I was taking a piano class in high school, plus I wanted to make rap beats), Low and behold, I get a birthday card that says "Enjoy the ride" written in either my oldest sister's or mother's handwriting (I can't remember who wrote it). BOOH YA!!!! They finally bust out the skateboard. After all these years, I finally get what I was asking for when I was 7! I didn't care to ask about the sudden change in heart because after all, I was and still am (as far as my anatomy could tell) a girl. I couldn't wait to try it out.

Now, back then, skater clothes usually consisted of a pair of JNCO jeans (or other really huge pair of pants) Airwalk shoes and a t-shirt. I had none of that, mostly because my mother HATED my choice in clothes, so I had to meet her where she wanted me to go when it came to getting clothes with her money. With that being said, I could be found in a tight fitting pair of jeans, some tennis shoes, and a close fitting top. On some days, I'd dress baggier (depending on whether or not I had spent my money on the clothing worn that day,or what I had available). I found it better to wear tighter clothes when skating because I had more mobility. Skaters also listened to grunge back then, but I was a fan of hip hop, so that made me seem even weirder to the Black kids. Nowadays, kids wear tight clothes for skating, and listen to hip hop.

So after a bit of practice, I was able to stay on the board. There was nobody (and I mean NOBODY) around who was into skateboarding in my neigborhood at the time. People would look at me funny considering I was a Black girl on a skateboard. Somebody went so far as to ask me why I was on a skateboard. The reply was" because I want to learn, and there was nothing to do." My younger sister's friend said, "You are the only person I know who do that". I shrSPAM!!!ed my shoulders and continued practicing. I spent quite a while trying to learn how to get going on that board, and I eventually got the hang of it. I never got the hang of doing tricks because when I tried to produce an ollie, the plastic (that's right folks, PLASTIC) part of the truck that held the bushing had broken! And that was the end of my skatboarding adventure.

My point of the story was to give a nod to all of the kids out there who skate (past and present), AND listen to hip hop AT THE SAME TIME before it was cool. Don't get me wrong, I'm really glad that everybody's skateboarding, plus the abundance of skate parks opening up is a blessing because it keeps the kids out of trouble. They aren't joining gangs, selling drugs, or running the street. Skateboarding teaches the ability to stay focused and dedicated. So what if it has become "trendy". The next generation of kids have shown some real dedication and determination to stick to something and keep getting better. And yea, hip hop is becoming one of those trends as well. I don't mind, as long as these things are a part of your soul, and you hold them close (regardless of whether listening to hip hop and skateboarding goes out of style) Keep doing you, and have a lot of fun! Plus, it never hurts to have somebody in your life who is FULLY suMFortive of your dreams and goals. I figure as long as you aren't out there destroying stuff or hurting anybody, then you'll be ok.

Skate on kids. Skate on.

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