This is our neighborhood....

How about a double feature of Sherman-at-its-finest?

Good. Here you go:
So I'm sitting on the porch (cause it's beautiful weather to do so) and doing homework. I'm noticing that the neighborhood teenage guys are outside hanging around their suped up red pick-up truck thinking they are hott stuff revving that engine. And they really are hott stuff, because everyone knows that using every last molecule to be the most abrasive, masoganistic, males on the planet is just down-right sexy.

So, I'm sitting outside noticing that they're revving their engine for the up-teenth time as I'm typing my English paper. The two guys in the pick-up truck are just sitting their revving their engines with the windows rolled down. I guess this is their way of enjoying the beautiful day? (Each to their own. Each to their own. Each to their own.) All of the sudden, the dad comes barreling out of the house yelling something-or-other (I don't know, I'm listening to Pandora). His gym shorts and black t-shirt are separated by his beer belly that is refusing to keep them modestly together. The acquiring speed of his procession to the car helps the velocity of his fist when he punches one of the kids through the passenger side window of the truck (angry much?). Yelling ensues, both boys get out and go into the house while the dad rants about some girl having some type of drug. Later their back outside to get back to their engine-revving.

For the 30 seconds it took for all that to take place, I sure thought about it a lot more. I know that I sound like a very cynical, unloving soul when I talk about all of this. But I assure you that watching them and the acorn-pickers plays on my heartstrings that are designed for people-watching. While I don't endorse domestic abuse by any means, it does make for the most perfect story to blog about.

I love people! I love life!
xoxo-Jenna