I REMEMBERED ONE!

A while back, I believe that I told you about the house next door getting raided by the cops. At least I think I did.  

In case I'm mistaken (and I can't be arsed to go back and look) or if you are new here, I'll give you the Readers Digest Condensed Version of the story: House next door covered with cops. Cops going through the house with flashlights. Cops take away boxes of evidence. Neighbors get arrested.

We had no idea what was going on, and the cops didn't feel the need to let us know if we had dangerous people living 50 feet from us, so we just had to conjecture. Luckily, we have neighbors that aren't as keep-to-themselves as we are. Steve stopped and talked to one lady while on his daily walk, and she told him what she found out.

Drugs. It was drugs. The college aged people next door were receiving and distributing drugs out of the garage in the back of the house. We don't know what kind of drugs, but we DO know that it must have been a sizable operation if 11 deputy vehicles and 4 city cop cars had to be called in.

That's not the funny thing, though. It will show you just how naive I am, I guess. One night, well before the whole raid next door happened, Anthony was over and the three of us were sitting around the fire pit in the back yard. While we were out there, we saw people coming and going next door the whole time. We saw one red Jeep go and come back, go and come back. We saw a black SUV go and come back. Normally, we don't really pay attention to the neighbors unless, you know, something weird is going on, and in our neighborhood this was definitely weird. There is usually not that much going on anywhere around us. As we sat and talked, we started wondering what was going on. Steve and Anthony were saying it had to be something nefarious, or they were dealing drugs or something. I was certain that they were Uber drivers. Nothing as bad as drug dealing could happen in our neighborhood, right?

I'm glad we didn't bet on it. :)

I think I need to start seeing the bad in people sometimes. It'll probably save my life one day.

RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING

 1) OMG, you guys, my oldest nephew is getting married! He proposed to his sweetie last Sunday and will be getting married this Sunday! Apparently they just want to do the thing small and quick with immediate family around, so I will not be there to see it.  I'm not bothered by that in the least (you know my feelings about weddings and all of that) but I told my mother - who will be there- to tell them the day of that I'm completely devastated that I wasn't invited and will not leave them anything in my will. Kind of like Maleficent, but with less cursing and sleeping and more petty malice.

I need them to believe I'm secretly rich so that they will take good care of me when I'm old. Nothing motivates people like a potential inheritance.  

Hehe, also, her name is Kelly. That makes three Kellys in our family now. Me, my step sister, and now Logan's intended. I told mom they can call me Tae to alleviate confusion, but I think that will only cause more confusion. Christmas will be fun.

In a week, both of my nephews will be married men. *SNIFF* Why do they insist on making me feel so old?

2) Y'all, I dyed part of my hair blue last night and it was a bad decision. It wasn't proper dye, so I didn't have to bleach anything, but still... 

I bought something called "Color Depositing Conditioner" which is kind of like a stain and it's supposed to be temporary. I was going to go damn-the-torpedos and just dump it on my hair, but out of an abundance of caution I did one of those inner-elbow allergy tests and realized immediately that it was a very dark, very hard to remove stain. So I put it aside for a while. Then, last night, I got bored. I didn't want to dye my scalp a dark blue (that happened before with some red dye and was a bad look) so I just did a couple of stripes on each side, under the top layer of hair to see if I liked it. It...well, it was not a good thing. It dyed my hair, but it's not a stable dye, so it's very patchy and now it's faded in some places, and in others it's a dark blue green. I suspect by Friday, the gray hairs that are currently blue will be a nice seaweedy green-brown color.Very sexy.

I'm not saying that my hair will not eventually be a fun color, but maybe I'll let a professional do it. 

3) The other day I saw Sara's dad, and he brought me some pictures that she'd had boxed up. One was a drawing of a moon that I did for her in 1996, one was a framed picture of Steve and I, and the other was one of our senior photos that we had made together. That last one was wrinkled and dog eared and had probably been hidden for a while, because after she lost so much weight, her old pictures were not allowed to see the light of day, but I'm very glad I have it. I'd like to frame it, but she'd hate that. Haha. 

I wish I could have had a piece of her jewelry or something. I know that sounds greedy and weird, but I don't mean anything expensive or valuable, just something I could wear and keep close. Is that weird? It feels like a weird thing. Plus, I can't go to her dad and say "Hey, let me root around in her jewelry box and pick something out." Eh, well, I don't really need anything like that. 

I might still frame that picture, though. She'll probably haunt my bones! 

4) You know, I had like three other things I was going to talk about, but I can't remember any of them. I'm sure they were very clever and entertaining. I'll come back if I think of them.