Terminalcoffee discussion

He is maybe 50 something. Grey haired, sweats wearing, never house leaving, don't know what he does for $$.
Apparently adopted a foster kid sometime in the 90s. Foster kid was abused, beaten, malnourished. not very smart kid.

Foster kid grew up, moved away, did other stuff. Came back as adult to live with neighbor. Works at Orange Julius. About 18 mos ago started hanging around with some trailer park girl, according to neighbor. "Having sex all the time like an idiot." Apparently trailer park girl intentionally got herself pregnant repeatedly with various not so smart men as an attempt to get money/marriage/love whatever. Now has 5+ babies from different fathers.

Next door neighbor and adult former foster child son petitioned court to adopt trailer park mom's child created from months of "fucking like rabbits" in her trailer.
Child now lives with them. They take child for walks on one of those kid leash things up and down our street.

Neighbor likes to talk to me about my pregnancy and upcoming child as if he is now the source of all knowledge on child rearing.
It disgusts me and makes me rant and rave in a mean, hormonal way. I'm sorry, I judge this person and this whole situation very rampantly. But I can't help but feel what I do.

God, I wish we could move. My neighborhood is full of such weirdos.

I would hate that, too.

I want to clarify that it wasn't neighbor who abused, beat, or malnourished foster kid. He was like that before he came to neighbor.

Well that makes a big difference.

I hate my neighbors because their dog poops in my side yard rocks. You win.

I'm not crazy about my next door neighbor, either.

I don't think that I have a neighbor that I really dislike.

Wanna trade neighbors, Jim?

No, I'm good!

I hate my one neighbor for all of his noisy machines and his determined ongoing effort to ruin any quiet and good smelling day with his machinery and drunk shirtless hick sons.

All of the other neighbors are good.

I have some messy/loud/piggy neighbors. It all started when S. was a college freshman, played on the football team. His parents from Florida bought him the house next door to live in while he went to school. He graduated, went to graduate school and then as a present, his parents bought him a bar. A big, campustown bar that appears to hire female bartenders solely for their large boobs. Now S. lives next door with 3? roomates and 2 dogs. Ten years after he moved in, house is for sale for $200,000. It is worth half that. Lots of wear and tear. I'm afraid he will live there forever.

That kid sounds like a prick.

No his parents had nothing to do with it. Hand things to a kid, don't make him earn anything and it's bingo, Augustus Gloob or whatever that greedy kid from Willy Wonka was named.

Oh my God I would fucking kill for an Orange Julius right now.

Rachel Ray has this awesome recipe for an Orange Julius drink made with vanilla vodka.

SHUT UP! WHERE?

http://www.yumsugar.com/Happy-Hour-Or...

Hm, that's not it exactly, but a google of RR and Orange Julius came up with that and it is close enough.

hmmm. really I want the real thing without alcohol and they don't have it here. I'm sad.

Isn't it just orange juice concentrate, a buttload of sugar, and water, blended with ice?

Maybe with a banana thrown in?

there's no way what you just described could be right. It tastes so delicious! I haven't had one since I was a kid though so it could just be my imagination. I know you could get it with a raw egg. Probably not anymore, though.

I thought it had some dairy product mixed in too...

There was an urban legend about raw eggs ...

maybe it is powdered milk in there?

i love how all gretchen got out of all this was

......i would kill for an orange julius right now

recipe from AHS Foods class:
Orange Julius
serves 3-4
1/4 can (12 oz size) concentrated froz. orange juice
1/2 C. Milk
1/2 C. water
2 T. sugar
1 t. vanilla
5-6 ice cubes
Blend until foamy in blender, about 1 minute. Serve.

Kevin "El Liso Grande" wrote: "i love how all gretchen got out of all this was

......i would kill for an orange julius right now"

I thought the same thing Kevin - I love the randomness.

How can 11+ oz of fluid serve 12 people? These make little orange julius-es and I like them size Grande, please.

Sally wrote: "How can 11+ oz of fluid serve 12 people? These make little orange julius-es and I like them size Grande, please."

the recipe says it serves 3 to 4 people. Probably in those sissy cups they have in high school home ec departments.

Oh shit. I meant to say 4 people. Sorry.

man i wish LL were here to see that mistake

It's not like I accidentally said "ass rape" instead of four.

HAHAHAHAHHAHH

my fav comment of the day

Might put a whole new meaning to hide and seek.


One two three ass rape five six...

OK, he's annoying me again. He's out walking around, checking on the neighbors' landscaping project like the hall monitor that he is, and he totally rubbernecks past our house as he walks by. Both times. Just staring in the window, gawking, to see what we're doing.

hate.
him.

Sorry, that must suck.

Our neighbor once fired up his power washer at 5:30 on a Saturday morning. Because he works full time and isn't allowed to do anything on Sunday, he frequently does loud work come Saturday AM. Revving truck engines, working on his camper, etc., etc.

Did I mention his driveway is 20 feet from our bedroom window?

Jerk.

But he doesn't peer into our windows, so you win.

You'll have to get up pretty early in the mornong to catch me peeking in your windows.

Hee hee, Larry!

Hee hee, Larry!

My neighbor is using loud gas powered tools to trim his lawn right now! In April!

But Sally's still sounds worse.

I've never really had bad neighbors. We have a white trash guy down the street who has wild, theatrical middle of the night fights on the street with his girlfriend, but those give the rest of the neighbors something to talk about.

man, I'm suprisd how supportive y'all are about my venom. As I was writing this I was thinking it highlighted how unreasonable and biased I am.

I was talking to a friend in my backyard today & this neighbor came out with his leaf blower blasting, right by our shared wall. Some points . . .

1. He should have been at work.

2. WE LIVE IN THE FUCKING DESERT, AND IT'S SPRING.    THERE ARE NO LEAVES TO BLOW!

3. Lethal will likely make a "blow" joke now.

4. Sally took time off and forgot how to spell. WTF is "suprisd?"

Suprised is how I pronounce the word. And I'm at school on a lab computer which apparently has a shitty spell check.
It's like I have a stain on my shirt.

Plus, I work hard all day and I've let my verbal hair down. Shut up. ;)

I dislike when I can't trust my work computer to spell check for me. It's not that I even want spell check, but if one computer has spell check I expect them all to have spell check.

Spell check dependancy is a national affliction.

Sally wrote: "Spell check dependancy is a national affliction."

Dependancy?   You did that on porpoise, right?

SHIT! This computer lab computer is out to get me. LL must be behind this.

I'm only using one syllable words for the rest of the night.

I dare you to try.

(I just did!)