A post vacation rant

Damn, I miss being back home. There, I said it....."home". This freakin' place just doesn't feel like home to me. I'm a true child of the South, born and raised in the deeeeep South, where anything north of I-20 could potentially be a durn Yankee, people not only eat grits, they like them; and Bud Light is practically the state drink. This is NOT the South, despite geographically being about as far South as you can go and still be in the United States. This is a weird little subset of the Midwest that was somehow transported to Florida.

These are not my people. They don't appreciate the necessity for turnip greens and cornbread. They drive like fucking morons, although to be fair, a lot of that may be age related since every time I walk into a room I lower the average age by 10 years. They honestly believe that an HOA is a necessity to living in a development. I on the other hand, would be fine if I never had to deal with these assholes ever again.....and the HOA in my development has never screwed with me once. I just object to the idea of having to check with someone before painting any exterior surface of my home. I paid an ass-load of money (by my standards) for that home and I don't believe I should have to check with anyone for anything I want to do.

Okay, this rant is over. Coming later is family comments, vacation update, jeep, and whatever else I think of once I sit down.

Later