Availability: Make Yourself...

With 2012 coming to a quick close, I've had time to reflect upon relationships.  They can be friendly, loving, weird, crazy, but a relationship all the same.  I've "met" wonderful people in my online communications.  Some I've actually met and befriended offline.  For example, the terrific friends I've had the honor of meeting from The Flat Earth Society.  Creative, funny, adventurous.  Brings all the good out of me. 

And then there's all of you from Facebook and Twitter.  Getting to know some of you through your discussions and images have been very rewarding.  I've learned a great deal from you, and when you pop onto my page just to leave a smile or wave hello?  Makes me happy!

Family and friend interactions in real-time are to be cherished.  You never know what the future has to hold, and like I mentioned from the Spittin' Kitten, tomorrow is promised to no one.  I say this because of a few interactions (or non-interactions, so to speak) from the winter of 2011 to 2012.  We make ourselves available for people or things we find important.  There are those that choose to be "elsewhere;" checking out from interacting with a particular person or not attending a certain gathering for whatever reason they have.   

I say, "Let it go!"  No need to analyze why you don't want to be available; just move on.  Clear your mind of any real or perceived encumbrances which keep you from being there with that certain person.  Negative emotions are very destructive to not only your mental state, but your spiritual one, too.  Breath and let go.

Always remember, tomorrow is not promised to anyone.  My hope for everyone is that they are true to themselves, be where you want to be, and gently bless those you choose to leave behind. 

Simple.

rainwriter jones

Not-So-Intimate Apparel (Pajama-Jammas)

A few days ago, I sat in my truck just before lunch time.  To my chagrin, I see yet another pajama'd individual strutting into a grocery store like nothing was wrong.  PAJAMAS!!!  Outside the home AND in the middle of the day, mind you!  You might think me strange, but it makes me sad to see this trend of wearing intimate apparel outside the home.  There's a reason why it's called "intimate."  No one's supposed to see you wearing these items unless they are familiars.

But to me, it goes beyond a poor clothing choice.  It denotes a laziness; a devil-may-care attitude towards the world.  I liken it to the horrible trend of people wearing drooping pants and thongs (both men and women bearing their bottoms).  I'm sure these pajama-jammas fall straight out of bed, unshowered, and head out into the community at large. Yes, indeed.  The very fabric of society is becoming threadbare. 

To me, this lack of grooming signifies a great decline in sensibilities.  Every time I see nightclothes in public, I shudder.  By far, I certainly am not a prude.  My concern is that this is a reflection of where we are headed:  People who don't give a damn about anything.  A lack of seriousness regarding life in general.  We're headed down a road to which the end is dismal.  This kiss-my-ass-ness must end!

Put on some PROPER clothes...

rainwriter jones

The Benji Affects -- Revisited (Again)

When It Rains:  It Rains Bullets

I tell you, wonders never end!  In previous posts I've made mention of the North Point Bar and Grill and all the violence that goes with it.  I felt pretty good when there seemed to be a concerted effort to end the gun violence by closing at 10 p.m. (just before the REAL knuckleheads come out). 

With disdain, I watched as the closing time became later and later.  I knew they were tempting the fates with this idiotic effort to make a few more bucks at the expense of sleeping children and working adults alike.  A few hours again it happened.  Yet another shooting across the street.  I was stirred by the sound of yelling at 1 p.m.  What the f*ck, what are they still doing open?" was my thought.  Shades of months prior, the arguing could result in gunfire, so I fully awakened to listen for shots.

Peeking out the blinds (to the side of the glass, mind you).  With the "Open" sign dark, the parking lot still has cars.  I see a male enter, exiting his car over and over again.  Finally with the last exiting, there it was.

POP, POP, POP, POP!!!!

Here we go again.  These folks don't ever learn.  The later they close, the more likely gun violence will occur.  Homedude shot out the front door glass of the bar.  Who knows why, but does that make a difference?  He could have hit anyone in the vicinity.  I'm not so much concerned about the patrons of the bar because the know the risks associated with going into this particular establishment.  It's the innocent bystanders which get caught up in this nonsense.  Those who are not involved in the mindset of those who carry weapons for "protection" that eventually fire them because they were available when they snapped.

Come on, Puyallup Tribe!  Stick to an earlier closing time so that those would commit crimes in our community will be elsewhere.  Making your establishment a choice location for these criminals is in itself criminal!


rainwriter jones

The Benji Effects: Revisited

Do you remember a few posts back wherein I used the term "Benji Effects" to refer to any activity in which people engage that is meant to have a positive result even though the person/people performing such an activity know damn well that it AIN'T gonna work?  Well, as predicted, The North Shore Bar and Grill are back up to their old antics! 

A few coats of paint and a new closing time of 10 p.m. change nothing when the same tomfoolery that prompted these changes re-occur.  The "business as usual" mentality and "private" parties that appear to have extended closing hours have resulted in the first tribal police intervention in weeks.  Though whatever happened was dealt with quickly, the troubling fact that there are times when there are patrons in the bar WAY past 10 p.m. (i.e., 10:45 p.m. - 12 a.m. or even later) is definitely a recipe for another shooting. 

The idiots which frequented this spot had moved to a BBQ place about a mile from here and within a few weeks of their presence, one man was dead and several shot.  Don't know who took over the place, but it is now a Bavarian beer joint.  They've made a definitive decision not to have violence in their establishment by not encouraging the type of gun-totting fools to patronize their business.  Sorry, but lets face it.  Businesses which serve alcohol and play rap/hip-hop music tend to bring out the worse in folks.  It's quite unfortunate as these genres of music are not really the culprit:  It's the people that seem to think it's a cultural thing to listen to it AND carry guns that are the problem.  But I can't change their attitude; just try to protect myself, my family, and my neighbors from the deadly end result. 

Wake up, bar keeps!  As long as you continue to entertain the Bongo Boys, you'll always have the possibility of trouble.  But I don't think it matters much to them as they don't live directly across the street from the front line. 

rainwriter jones 

Near Orgasm: Fumbling With Zippers and Other Such Naughties

As of late, my husband and I have enjoyed sitting outside watching traffic pass.  The bar and grill across the street have made extreme changes to their property and business which affords us the benefit of relaxing out front without the threat of being shot.  Yesterday as we sipped a little and chatted more, we noticed a couple across the street in the side parking lot.  They were hugged up on each other REAL CLOSE LIKE, but I figured they were just snuggling.  I've seen these two before in the same parking lot doing the same thing.  This time was different.  As we watched, the man slipped his hands into her pants!  Yes, in broad daylight, this fellow was masturbating this chick!  I'm like, DAMN!  These two are freaks!



Okay, I'll admit we did stay seated.  (lol)  There was another man standing in front of the smoke shop for the longest time.  I later figured out he was watching the show, too.  After several minutes of pressing, poking, and stroking, this couple decided to finish up in her green truck.  I see heads go up; I see heads go down.  In the meantime, a young woman came out from the bar  to take a look by creeping over and peeking into the cab.  She eased back into the building, just to re-appear with the entire bar!  The audience for this lurid couple was complete.  When they noticed that they'd been spotted, homedude jumped from her truck, climbed into his car, and they left the parking lot going separate directions.  At this point, we're laughing our asses off at this spectacle.  "Bravo!!" we yelled.  (LMBAOOO)  Lawd have mercy!  Reminded me of the good ole' days.  ;-)



Then I thought about my younger self, and the risk taking behaviors of which I had engaged regarding sex.  Needless to say, obvious these two were exhibitionists, and were lucky that no one called law enforcement on them.  Many of us have been involved in sexual activity in public in one way, shape, or form.  Heavy petting in theaters, necking in the car, downstairs at Mom's (tee-hee-hee), but I have never publicly had sex for the entire community to watch.  Wow!  *eyes bulging*

It might behoove these young lovers to get a room, or at least find a darkened alley somewhere.  I certainly did!  (LMBAOOOOO)

rainwriter jones

Return of the Bongo Boys (at the North Shore Bar and Grill)

I saw them dance in the freshly paved parking lot.  Shirts pulled off, blows struck, cussing, and yes, even a smoke break between swings.  And then a resumption of the battle between two Bongo Boys while their homies and bystanders looked on.  They exchange blows amongst fancy cars, oblivious to the spectacle of which they were creating.  Or were they?  My thoughts are that they didn't care.  A MAJOR problem!

There's been several incidents at this location in which there has been disturbances which range from noise nuisances, gunfire, and murder.  Yesterday was a true testament that you can't put perfume on a turd!  This latest incident happened in broad daylight in the middle of a busy parking lot FULL of cash-paying patrons.  What was so interesting is that these individuals felt perfectly at ease in that parking lot:  As if claiming it as their territory.  I watched from my parking lot as they eased into both the smoke shop and the bar when the police arrived as if nothing was wrong. 

And still another incident which went unreported:  A verbal altercation between three females and a male at 1 a.m.  As the male crossed the street, words were exchanged with the three females.  God only knows what this sh*t was about.  When they wake up from their drunken stupors this morning, they probably won't even realize that they had a fight.  Just to return tonight to start the same dysfunction business all over again.   

From my little view on their world, I shake my head.  I can only wonder what type of childhood these folks had wherein they think it perfectly fine to hang out in parking lots; cause disturbances; be lawless.  These are National Geographic moments.  It's hard to think of these unruly paying or non-paying patrons as humans any more.  Specimens for observation through my blind slats. 

No, you cannot put perfume on a turd.  All the beautification projects around the property mean nothing when these individuals are allowed to cause problems for the tax-paying citizens in our neighborhood.  As a landlord, I know that to create a rodent-free house for a future tenant, you need to leave it vacant for at least two months.  To remove these pests, this establishment should be closed so that these imbeciles can find other places to create their special brand of mayhem.

But, these words may be falling on deaf ears.  So, I'll continue to blog, and peek through my blind slats.


rainwriter jones

The Bongo Boys: Gun Violence at the North Point Bar and Grill

Gun fire. Again. Last night I witnessed what had to have been the most ignorant display in quite some time at the North Shore Bar and Grill. Just prior to closing, some idiot shot 8-9 rounds in the parking lot. I watched folks scramble to their cars (almost hitting pedestrians trying to flee). Others ran for cover inside the darkened building. I stood and watched as I saw cars return AFTER the shooting. Why would they return? One car in particular parked on the curb outside the establishment. I figured he would pick up an associate who he left behind when he fled. But no! After a full 10 minutes of sitting there, he revs his motor and bolts into the parking lot. I think the onlookers recognized him as the shooter, and ran back into the bar. He continued to jam on the accelerator, smash on the brake: Trying to intimidate those he held captive. By this time, I was on the phone calling 911. Don't you know by the time three police agencies responded, this dummy was STILL in the area? I could hear the cops tell him to drop his gun. Yes, a busy night! I could see the police searching the lot for shell casings by flashlight. What a waste of resources. Is this the new "culture?" You have dangerous people who carry weapons (for protection, they claim), and those who live dangerously that hang around for the fashion of it all. I've looked across the street at the patrons of this establishment. Young girls in tight dresses drunker than hell, young mothers who've left their children unattended so that they can party (drunker than hell), young men with loud stereos and mouths boasting this, that, and the other (drunker than hell). This type of behavior is quite troubling to me. I sleep within feet of this parking lot. There may come a day I won't be here to post anything because I would have died while lying in bed from being shot. To die in this manner is not my plan, but who knows what the fates hold for me. I cannot understand how this neighborhood nuisance is allowed to continue business. How many "incidents" does it take to finally shut this place down? How many have to die? Is there a quota? Will me or mine have to be killed before the powers that be FINALLY close this place? Needless to say, I'll start my cammpaign to clean up my neighborhood tomorrow. Enough is enough! I think the worst part of this mess is that the people that frequent this dive don't even live in the area. They come into OUR neighborhood to disrupt: Even kill. And this morning, I watch the bees return back to the hive. Some to the smoke shop, others to collect the belongings left behind in their exodus. They'll be back after the hose stops spraying the water: Drinking, fighting, shooting... rainwriter jones