...and that's how these fools advance to the Feudal Age!

i overheard Daylon saying that just now.

the past few days have been pretty eventful, and i'm feeling really good and aligned with the cosmos.

i got my truck fixed! woohoo! i'm really proud of myself about it. Bryan's been acting like my truck had a virus and he's been nursing it back to health, saying things like 'it's getting better!' i don't know how a busted engine is going to get better on it's own, but through my research and ingenuity, it got better for 100 dollars as opposed to 2000+.

i watched a bunch of diagnostic videos and determined that we were indeed dealing with a cracked head, then started researching remedies. i knew the crack was small because i had very, very little coolant in my oil, so i decided to go with Steel Seal. this stuff isn't like stop leak, it actually lasts...forever. so for 90 dollars and 30 minutes of repair, my truck is running better than it did the day i got it. and i appreciate it much more than i ever have!

in other news, my Puerto Rican neighbors called the cops on us last night. for racism.

my husband was playing soccer in the road with my oldest son and two hispanic boys from down the road. one of the youngest kids kicked the ball off the tire of the Puerto Rican's car and he came storming out hollering and cussing. my husband was quite impressed with this teenager's effort to control the actions of a grown man, so he told him to STFU. the young Puerto Rican, surrounded by his thuggish buddies, then proceeded to tell my husband that he would knock him out with one punch, POW! generating much laughter from my husband and proving that aforementioned Puerto Rican really has no idea who he is messing with.

he goes in the house for a minute, them him and his boyz load up in the Ghetto Blaster and leave. it's getting cold and almost dark, so we all go in and start cooking when the door bell rings. lo and behold, it's an officer of the law! she asks if WE called the cops on a report of racism.

we talked very pleasantly with her on the porch for about 20 minutes and i must commend her on being my favorite cop ever. we explained the nature of the ongoing dispute with our neighbors and commented that if we were being racist, why were we taking our time to play soccer with the hispanic kids from down the road? on a side note, i'm wondering if they really perceived racism because a white man told them to STFU...because that was literally the only thing that was said.

during our chatting, the thuglets showed back up and the dad (type figure) was outside waiting to talk to her. we went in for a while, and when we went back out to check on the proceedings, those Puerto Ricans were screaming at this poor woman and generally going nuts. i guess they weren't getting the response out of her that they'd hoped for.

my final observations are as follows: if you decide to come out and threaten to knock your neighbor out and then call the cops on yourself, first make sure you know the address that you're calling from and not just the one you're calling about.

i'm sure this isn't the final chapter to this ongoing saga.