Put on them rose colored glasses, it's vacation time, Jersey style

We're back from vacation in Cape May.The weather was fine. The vacation was appreciated, if a bit difficult.
It was hard to see that my Mom's memory problems have gotten so much worse. I found myself in a bit of
a funk this past weekend. I'm worried about her, about Tim's appts. this month, the traffic and crowds were insane, my sis was going in for lap band surgery Tues., and I am
still having some significant GI problems. I've had to once again try to put positive spins on the things that I
could, so here's a few examples. Our first day there, Tim and my dad hit the golf course while us gals did
a little shopping at the square. On the way back to the hotel, I had an idjit in a maserati convertible
almost broadside me by driving onto the street I was on without looking first. So, the positive part of this
is that at least I was paying attention and avoided the accident. I must say that since my windows were shut due to the A/C being on, the guy did not hear my comments about his driving ability, or lack thereof,  but it appeared that
the bleach blonde in the passenger seat, who almost ate the side of Tim's truck, did give him a bit of
"what-for" for his bonehead maneuver. Lasting impression: I was actually a bit surprised to see the Maserati
word on the back of the car. It is not nearly as exotic looking, nor does it sound nearly as cool as my sister's
husband's Testarossa. Also, though I normally crumble if I see a grown man cry, I don't think it would have bothered me at all if this dude did hit me and sat there bawling over his precious car. I just love driving big trucks! Then, on the night of the 4th, I was driving us all home after the fireworks(they were all eating ice cream so I took the wheel). There was traffic and pedestrians everywhere. I went to make a left at a light.
There were 4 teenagers on the sidewalk but they were not in the crosswalk and I
had plenty of room to turn. Then as I make the turn, this girl yells, "hey, we're walking here you JACKOFF!"
I slam on the brakes. 4 passengers almost get a mush full of ice cream. As soon as she sees this she thinks
RUH ROH and says, "OOPS, I'm sorry." Since I had been driving slowly, and they continued walking while I stopped, they had stepped off the curb by this time and they are pretty near Tim's open window.Then the guy says, "just keep driving" trying to be cool in front of the girls. We both give them a few choice words. They shut up 'cause Tim looks about to jump out of the truck and I'm hoping they learned a thing or two about running their pie holes without
thinking. The silver lining: though I wished I was back in my old stick shift car when it happened, the reason
it's a good thing I wasn't is that I would have pushed the clutch in and put the gas pedal to the floor and watched these four punks run for their lives thinking they were about to be mowed down. And being in the
PMS-ey, stressed out mood I was in this weekend, I can't promise I would not have popped that clutch just
long enough to chirp the tires and have all of them changing their...um....knickers. Did I mention that I love
driving big trucks though? ;o) Lasting impression: kids these days are way too full of themselves and the entitlement they feel is incredible. So the last time I had to restrain myself from killing someone...er...um...put on my rose colored glasses, was when we got home. We picked Lacey up from the kennel, got home and no sooner got out of the truck to see that there were fireworks all over our yard. We did not want to let the dog
into the house until we'd given her a bath and we didn't want to let her loose until we picked it all up so we didn't even get in the house. Tim and I spent 20 minutes in blast furnace heat picking up the remnants of bottle rockets and all sorts of fireworks that our new neighbors apparently set off while we were gone. Some of them landed on our cars and others landed ON THE BACK ROOF OF OUR HOUSE. To say we were irate is an understatement. You first have to understand, we have had some pretty bad luck with neighbors
and are pretty fed up. We had hopes that this couple would be different. Last week, they set up motion detector sprinklers to keep the deer away from their tomato plants. They were shooting over our fence and hit me when I went to get into the van and sprayed through the open windows of Tim's "new" truck. Tim spoke to them and they were apologetic. NOW the IDJITS do this with the fireworks. We wound up with a big pile of rubbish and we're still finding more everytime we go out with the dog. At one point we wondered if they came over HERE to set them off, there were so many.  Tim will be having another talk with them. Now for the positive spin: Tim stopped me before I went over and dumped the bag of crap on their deck, giving them a piece of my PMS-ey mind. My side-arm was unloaded and put in hiding still from vacation. And at least the arse is a fireman, so when he sets fire to my 103 year old home that will go up like a box of matchsticks, maybe he can put the fire out before the whole neighborhood burns down. Ya see, it's all on how you look at things, isn't it?!!!