Scary movies, cigarettes and sneakers

I love scary movies. Especially scary movies that revolve around paranormal and don’t rely on blood and gore. This one has a lot of hype around it, so I hope it lives up to it. And, I also sort of hope it doesn’t, because I am already dreading the moment I turn off my nightstand lamp.

I don’t love smokers. Sorry, but it’s true. OK, it’s not completely true, because I really just don’t like the fact that people smoke. And, I really, really don’t like litterers. You knew that already, though. And, when I see people tossing cigarettes to the ground, I go ballistic. So, when I realized my neighbors were doing just that…and letting them accumulate to the point of smelling and the butts blowing onto our lawn — I took action. Instead of what I wanted to do (confront them personally and let them know how much I don’t appreciate it, AKA letting my emotions get the best of me), I called the property management and politely and firmly complained. We’ll see. Continue reading


Toss it and hoof it

I saw this editorial in the Chicago Tribune this a.m., and just about threw my arms up and cheered out loud. A Chicago Alderman, Howard Brookins, Jr. — AKA my hero — is proposing to increase the max littering fine to $1,500 and if the litterer is 16 years old or older, the max fine kicks in — and the car gets seized.

litteringAmazing. You want to dirty the streets? Walk them, then!

I also have zero tolerance for littering, and can’t control my reflexes — physically and verbally — when I see it go down. Below is a semi-recycled post, inspired by this zero-tolerance-for-littering idea.

I’m so sick of driving down the road and seeing McDonald’s bags, shoes, napkins, plastic bags and other various items drivers didn’t want in their cars anymore, so they chucked them out of their window for someone else to take care of. Not only is it trashy — in every sense of the word — and devastating for the environment…it’s lazy. And, totally disrespectful to people who share this planet, country, state, county, city, town, neighborhood with you.

Oh — and that’s just the stuff I notice while driving. When I’m walking places, I notice pens, straws, hairties, wrappers, socks, paper…it’s just ridiculous.

And it pisses (can I say that?) me right off, quite frankly. Continue reading