Archive for the holy crap Category

See ya…

Posted in holy crap on February 17, 2011 by Nada

Last post here. I am going elsewhere. Soon. Perhaps.

Deliver us from…

Posted in general weirdness, holy crap on January 22, 2011 by Nada

Not evil, but packing. Ain’t gonna happen though.

I used to think we (me and the Big Guy) weren’t hoarders but today, I revised that image of ourselves. Geez O’Pete. We need to stay up all night every night for the next 13 days, cleaning and packing or we’re not going to be ready to go when the movers get here. And I’m ashamed to say we’ve been bumming stuff on the neighbors. Yeah. Sad. I don’t know if it’s bumming or desperation. We took unused camping gear to one, a backyard table to another, a collection of unused glass vases to yet another, and a waste management bag it foldable dumpster we bought, but don’t have time to use, to another neighbor. The neighbors are going to start locking their doors when they see me wandering their way with potted plants in my arms.

It’s a War Zone Here

Posted in Dimond District, holy crap, home invasion, Oakland, she-it on November 20, 2010 by Nada

Tuesday morning OPD and the highway patrol chased down some kids on the bay bridge and arrested them. The news was all over it, saying those suspects were the ones responsible for the home invasions robberies. Maybe. On Wednesday, I took this photo, of the police responding to an armed robbery call across the street from where I buy dog food.

In the mean time, the police made more arrests of two different sets of suspects. The news keeps reporting the woman in the last set of arrests says she “accidentally” shot a victim. What the hell? She shot someone. It doesn’t matter whether she “accidentally” did it or not. She used a gun to perpetrate a crime. And then this happened last night after the victim got off the 57 bus, down the MacArthur corridor.

In the mean time, we seem to have an offer on the house. Seems like a good offer. We are selling it “as is” now, and at a good price. Yup, we are running. Seems like the prudent thing to do at this point, and I have to admit I’m more than a little angry with my realtor. At a meeting to discuss terms, she told me I was all “entrenched” in this scene, and it was my “reality.” Then she tacked on “You make you own reality.” Huh? Um, yeah, the home invasion was across the street from me. The robbery was across the street from my pet store. The killers of this last victim were on the bus I ride. How does one get dis-entrenched from this? Well, something will happen to her, and then soon I suppose it will suddenly become her reality too.

UPDATED: Yup, another shooting.

Oakland Home Invasion

Posted in Dimond District, holy crap, home invasion, Oakland on November 13, 2010 by Nada

Last night, my neighbors directly across the street from my house were victims of a home invasion robbery. The police responding to the call said the suspects have pulled more than 20 crimes of this nature in our area. The suspects are believed to be driving a silver infiniti. They target large Asian families because of the speculation they are hoarding cash in the house. According to the police, another family on our street at the foot of the hill was also victimized in the last couple of weeks, along with a homeowner one street over. The home owner one street over owns a pit bull, and the suspects brought dog food to pacify the animal. The suspects are 2 male African Americans, slight build, with grey hoodies and a bandana covering their face. One of their names is Marcus. They wait for the victims to come home after dark, and then they apprehend their victims outside their home and force them inside at gunpoint. For one of the crimes, a Caucasian male did join the 2 male African Americans. There is a reward for the capture and arrest of these suspects.

The crime across the street from us took place at 7:15pm. At approximately 10pm, they pulled another home invasion on another family around the corner and up the street from us. The suspects are young and according to the police, calm. They are hitting homes off the MacArthur corridor.

Our surveillance camera did capture images of the suspects prior to the home invasion, but both suspects had their grey hoodies pulled down to conceal their faces. Prior to committing the crime, the suspects did attempt to hide in our next door neighbor’s driveway, but a motion sensitive spotlight came on, and they moved.

One suspect was able to conceal himself across the street in front of the victim’s house behind a bush. The other suspect concealed himself on the victim’s premises. They did threaten to shoot and kill the victim’s 10 year old daughter.

If you have any sort of overgrown vegetation on your premises, please cut it back. Please alert the police to anyone unusual in the area. I do suspect these are people living in the area.

Bad Memory and Yet, Not

Posted in general weirdness, gross, health, holy crap on October 26, 2010 by Nada

When I went for my physical, I got this envelope from my physician again this year that says Hemoccult SENSA. What you are supposed to do (literally) is send a sample of your poo from 3 different days through the U.S mail in that envelope back to your doctor’s office. I got the same Hemoccult SENSA envelope last year too. My physican asked me this year if I remembered doing (literally) the test last year. I lied and said, “no” because I kept it in my purse for about 5 months, and then finally threw it out, out of disgust. There is something so wrong about sending poo in the mail. I don’t care what it’s for. It should be on that list at the post office of things that can’t be mailed – right along there with butane lighters and fireworks. NO POO.

Anyway, I was looking in my purse for a book and saw that poo mailer again. My physical was 3 weeks ago. I didn’t do the test last year, and I should do (literally) it this year. I need more time. The poo mailer is wearing on my brain in a serious fashion. I should be a responsible adult, mature and yet, that really doesn’t fit the bill.

Also, while I was digging around in my purse I saw this credit card thing in a plastic case. It was my new disability transit card. I had totally forgotten about it. The old card expires this month. I need to start using the new one. My memory is annoying.

The only saving grace to the whole thing is that it seems everyone, including my physician, knows my memory is shot. And if I don’t want to send poo in the mail, I can lie and tell him I forgot. Somehow it doesn’t seem right and yet, I think I will do (literally) it anyway.

UFCW Hypocrisy

Posted in general weirdness, holy crap, LOL!, Oakland on September 25, 2010 by Nada

Lordie! Jon Stewart’s Daily Show is hilarious. Check this out where the UFCW Nevada steps in it.

Of course, that’s nothing new for us in my hood. They pulled the same crap here 3 years ago. Only it wasn’t funny like Jon Stewart’s Daily Show.

Then there’s this. UFCW Local 5 unionized Oaksterdam University here in Oakland. Wow! What was Oaksterdam thinking? They actually courted this process. All I can say to Oaksterdam now is, “See ya. Wouldn’t want to be ya.”

Here’a a quote from Dan Rush, “Oakland’s UFCW Local 5 will ‘educate its members’ about the advantages of controlling and taxing marijuana, and encourage them to spread the gospel of letting adults do what they will in private. Not because the union endorses marijuana use, says Local 5 organizer Dan Rush, but because weed and hemp, like cigarettes and alcohol in UFCW supermarkets, mean jobs.” Huh? No, it doesn’t. Just means dues money paying you for whatever mess it is you do. And umm, most of us don’t go to the grocery for cigarettes and alcohol. Most of us go for food. Yup. Stuff like cottage cheese, Dan.

Damned Solid Crazy

Posted in general weirdness, holy crap on September 18, 2010 by Nada

I have a restraining order out against this neighborhood crackhead. Long story. I’m sure you can fill in the blanks, like he was on crack, beating on people in the neighborhood. He and I had a run in. He threatened to stalk me and then he made good on his word. I called the police. But he’s a crackhead. So, the upshot of the deal is he doesn’t remember much about the day he was arrested. Let me fill ya in. He also threatened the police officer. My restraining order is now a criminal protective order, covering me and my husband and a 100 radius.

Fast forward to today. We are sitting at a stop light in the Smart car. The Big Guy is driving and I’m looking at some dog wipes I had just bought at the pet store because the puppies are simply too old to haul into a tub to wash. We are attempting to turn left, but waiting for traffic to clear to do so. The Big Guy nudges me. Out dancing around in the street is the crackhead pointing and laughing at our car. I didn’t know what to make of it. So, we turned left.

I had kind of been mulling on and off about it all day during my shift at my little volunteer job. Then, at the end of the day, there’s a minor scene where a mentally unstable customer wanted to make a complaint. I take the complaints, so I walk over to her, even though I’ve taken my apron off. She starts screeching it’s me she wants to complain about. YIKES! Never interacted with the woman except for a brief discussion a couple of months ago. Yesterday, she was in the store claiming one of the kids in the deli harassed her. That particular kid never says “boo” to anyone.

Sometimes I think there’s something in the water out here…