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“Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.”- Arnold Schwarzenegger
“The worst thing I can be is the same as everybody else. I hate that.” -Arnold Schwarzenegger

FIGURING OUT THE FIFTIES.... SO THIS IS WHAT IT IS ALL ABOUT.......

Thursday, 10 September 2009

Justice.......

So when I get up at 4am, I tiptoe around with Hubby and the dogs, we try real hard to keep the neighbourhood peaceful and quiet... sneak open the gate, drive quietly off to the gym, the dogs are kept inside till we get home in case they bark while we are away...

If I am home my dogs are told off the moment they open their woofy mouths cause no one likes dogs that bark incessantly, and ours have big barks so even a little sounds like a thunderstorm.

Yes they do still bark at the odd random stuff like fruit bats (which apparently are just the best thing to look p at and just bark cause you can) and of course people who have the nerve to come too close to home, but that is one of the reasons we have them and they are doing their job keeping me feeling safe and secure in my property, so they always get rewarded for a "who the hell are you?" bark.

The neighbours have four small children.... a couple of which seem to scream, yell and throw tantrums from the moment they awake until bed time at night.. We come home from the gym at 6.30am to screaming and yelling, I am woken on my one lie in day at 7am by screaming and fighting, we lie outside in the weekend and wear our ipods to drown out the screeching and yelling and teasing and fighting.... I like kids, I really do, but I don't want to hear them all day every day especially in the higher octave range...

This afternoon I arrived home just as a ball game started next door.... ohhh did I mention the metal fence between the properties??? So at least we can not see each other, but joy of joys when a ball in bounced off a metal fence isn't it a delightful noise..not dissimilar to a large wet fish being slapped on a bass drum made of rusty tin...

So the ball game appeared to have started just as I arrived home, now I say this as I had managed to walk from the front door through the house to the back door before the first tennis ball arrived in our back yard.... the 2nd one followed before I had a chance to get from the back door into the bedroom to get changed out of saggy baggy uniform...

Now Tank has a weakness.... Tank has an addiction... Tank becomes a quivering mess of joy at the sight of one tennis ball... He can break a tennis ball in approximately 10 seconds, one bite and pop, bite number two undoes the circular join round the ball and then he lies and removes the yellow fluff from the outside by peeling it with his front teeth.... He does all this with a look of ecstasy across his doggy smiley face...

So when tennis ball number one hit our back lawn Tanks looked at the ball with a gleam of passion in his eyes, a quick sideways look up at me and back at the ball and I just as his toes were about to leave the ground I said... no.

Tank does have a tiny bit of self respect and he sighed and came with me to get changed... then he heard the bounce of ball number two as it arrived over the fence and well really it was just too much for the poor boy and he was gone...

Now since I was at that moment one leg coming out of uniform pants and my head was already planning meals and posing and nighttime stuff, between the banging on the fence from the obviously remaining balls, I have to admit I didn't even think about the ones over here until the knock on the front door about 2 minutes later...

Next-door-Mum had come over to ask for the balls that had apparently arrived here all by themselves... ohhhh right the tennis balls... ummm hang on, unfortunately my dog looooovvvvesss tennis balls. Riiigghhhttt, she says, but they did only JUST came over the fence......

So I retrieved ball number one from the back lawn and then hunted for number two to discover it was planted in the middle of my bed one long defluffed strip of rubber and spit... I gave her both of them just to prove I wasn't a liar... she was not impressed with the strip of spit and soggy nude rubber, but then neither was I when they were being bounced off my fence... Her gaze moved behind me to Tank who was smiling at her hand holding the complete ball with a look of pure lust gleaming in his eyes and she left... quickly...

Well bugger me 5 minutes later bang, bang, bang, ball in back yard... by then Hubby was home and rescued it and tossed it back... bang, bang.... ball in back yard... count... one, two, three.. nude spitty rubber strip in back yard... Justice....

Trained shoulders this morning, cardio afterwards and just slowly ran down like an old clock and found myself standing still on the cross trainer with 2 minutes to go and Meat Loaf telling me he was a Bat Out Of Hell...weird!!!

So I just did what any sane person would do and bent over and pretended I needed to check my shoelaces... then stepped of just like it was when I was meant to stop... LOL

Got to practice posing tonight so better go and do tea etc etc etc etc etc

3 comments:

Esme said...

My answer Faaarrrk them! If it goes over the fence and noone is around it's fair game I reckon. I think you are being very restrained. I live in a granny flat and my land lorrd are great, tell me if they expect any noise - usually youngest daughter home from uni hols getting a bit tipsy in the pool, that happens to be right next to my bedroom and computer where I study, BUT have full permission - not that I need it, make that support to tell them the shut the faaarrrrkk up.

Other side, a child who screams! Again like you I have not probs with kids, but this child has such a high pitched scream and whinge! Quite frankly I rather listen to the dogs bark.

I have to say I am really lucky considering but when that child goes off....

At least if the dogs are barking - at me in the bathroom (that's how close it is) mind you, I can tell them to shut the faaarrrk up. Nicely ofcourse!

Understand where you are coming from, but have been a kid and accidently thrown it over the fence of the monster family next door - mostly at nanas, mind you I'd just hide, never go and look for it or complain that it had been chewed up!

Es alias Erika

Esme said...

'scuse the spelling, haven't got my granny glasses on atm, can't really see jeyboard!

mq01 said...

I love tank >:-)