Party Like a Drug Dealer, Lights OUT, Alarm Clock, Is that Your hand in MY bag?? and Potato Surprise!!!

I don't know how to keep my blog from being anything but random, so I guess I'll just roll with it. Oh well, I love randomosity anyways...

Once upon a time in a land far far away.... not really. Back in Augustish, Ro told me that he found a house that we are going to live in. We live there now. Before moving in I was aware that Ro's friend lived across the street. I was told that it was a nice neighborhood, not too loud. I am pretty sure Ro's friend, let's call him N, told us that knowing he was lying because he really wanted Ro to live across from him because I'm pretty sure he has a secret gay crush on my husband. In fact, after making fun of Ro so much and calling N his boyfriend, he has even started saying it. Anyways, enough about that, back to what I was talking about. My neighbor is a drug dealer. Feel free to try to convince me that I am over reacting. I have a list... my favorite of course.
How I Know My Neighbor is a Drug Dealer
1. He only leaves the house for an hour or two at a time.
2. He drives a Mazda 6, I don't know if that's a good car or not, I just assume these things.
3. Today is Thursday, he has had a bbq everyday this week including Sunday.
4. It doesn't matter what day it is, or what time it is I never get a break from hearing people yell, "Claudioooo!!" Then proceeding to bang on his front gate until someone answers.
5. Every single weirdo I have seen on this "pasaje" have gone to his house.
6. He has marijuana plants growing on his patio table. These I really wasn't snooping when I saw them. I was trying to put the curtain up in the extra room upstairs and looked out and there they were.
7. The cops tell him exactly how many times they have had to go to his house in the last month at least twice a month. They have only gone because of noise complaints.
8. He also has a white "drug van." It goes out of his house between 3am and 4am and comes back between 6am and 7am.

SO there! He's a drug dealer. Now back to the point about him. Tuesday Ro and I got home at 10pm. He was having a party. Like loud music, glasses breaking, bbq and other smoke drifting into my bedroom window, and his car was parked in front of OUR house. He does this all the time, but it really pisses me off when he does this for his "parties" especially when he gives us the evil eye when we ask him to move his car so we can park ours. Anyways, this loud party went on until almost 3am. I like to think I made them turn off the music but my head isn't that big. At 2:50 I had enough and went downstairs to close windows because I thought it would be quieter with them shut. All the windows downstairs are sliding windows so since I was slightly crabby I slid the front window shut as hard as I could and it made a really loud noise. The neighbor said, "Chuuuu" and then they were quiet and everyone left. See how powerful I am!

I spent 3 days without electricity, I took 3 candle lit showers, and oh boy was it fun. At least it wasn't the water that got shut off.

I have a new schedule until the 6thish of February so I have to wake up early and go to work at 8:30am on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It really isn't too bad except I have to work a long day on Mondays and Wednesdays, so it has been kicking my ass. I have come to HATE the sound of our alarm clock and I hate the fact that snooze is only 4 minutes.

Yesterday, when I was on the subway with 2 of my coworkers, some creepy man stood right next to me. We were talking and I notice my water bottle was bouncing up and down in the front pocket of my messenger style bag. When I looked down, creepy man's hand was in MY bag! He was trying to steal from me!! Jackass!! So I jerked my bag away from him and was a bit scared at the moment. I gave him a death stare and he got off at the next station. Looking back I wish I would have screamed as loud as I could and grabbed his hand, preferably with two fingers in each of my hands, then I could have pulled them apart as hard as I could. This just shows me that in my mind I am an awesome ninja, but in real life I'm just a pansy. Sigh.

Before I make this too long, I will talk about the lovely dish I have made to feed my husband today. Of course we don't have any normal food so I have to experiment. So far, only one of my experiments have been amazing enough that I have made them again. I actually made my rice with margarine and curry powder dish several times so far this year. But today's menu? Potato surprise. This "involves" (from my sister Lynnith) potatoes and onions that are kind of slice/chopped. Ninja skills aren't required for this, but laziness and speed are key. Then I sprayed a pan and added a little extra oil for good measure. Actually I added it because it makes me think that nothing can possibly stick to the bottom of the pan. Of course everything always sticks, always. Then I mixed like a liter of water with a pack of powder cream of asparagus soup. I put a couple handfuls of bow tie noodles on top the potatoes and onions then poured the soupy mixture over the top then I put it in the oven. Some of the noodles burnt, but over all it tastes kind of like shit anyways. Definitely not going pro chef. I can't make my own recipes. I can follow and change some recipes to make them better, but I would never be able to make my own things.... Welp I'm going to watch a movie.

P.S. My neighbor is having a party.... AGAIN. Surprise surprise!!!