LOL, y'all are funny.
Lydia, glad y'all got back safely! Your dad reminds me of my dad in the picture and mannerisms! The pictures are beautiful; I want to go there! That house looks stunning!
I confess that my neighbor is driving me nuts. She's a part time neighbor. This is their lake home and they come randomly through the summer. They're here all week this week. She's just finished going through a nasty divorce. I know all the details, trust me. Every time she catches me outside, she beelines it over to me and starts telling me the latest with her ex. It's gotten to the point where I'll peek out the window before going outside and if she's out there, I'll either not go out or I'll walk out with my phone to my ear and pretend I'm talking.
Seriously, yesterday I was in the play yard with the daycare kids and she came over to the fence and started in. Luckily I have a million and one distractions in that scenario so I escaped pretty easily but jeez, woman! I would never do that to someone. Sometimes a wave is just a wave, not an invite!!
There was an older man who used to walk by our house a lot and if we were outside he'd talk to us forever. I haven't seen him in a while, which makes me relieved but also a little sad.
Did I tell you guys we live on the same street as one of the customers we used to get when we owned a store? We had no idea he lives here. We used to charge people to use the computer at our store and we found out he was buying porn from our computer. We blocked everything but a couple sites that were related to our merchandise after we found that out. I almost crapped myself when we were walking down the street after we moved in and he was in the yard about 3 houses down from us. Ugh.
I have no problem with porn but this guy was just weird, and our store was family friendly, we'd get teens and tweens all the time, so we really didn't want anyone to see this guy accessing and buying porn in the middle of the store.
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There was this crazy kid that used to park in dh's driveway for hours every Sunday, he would wait for hours until Nick would have to come out and then he'd talk to him.
This kid was CRAZY. He told Nick he had 24 guns, that he has a penis the size of a soda can, that he has prostate cancer. I think he threatened to kill me when he learned that Dh was spending Sundays with me instead of in his own driveway.
We went to high school with him, he had to have an adult follow him around to all his classes and he had lunch separate from the rest of the school.
My neighbor "Crackie" has been particularly friendly lately. Right at the end of my pregnancy, he told me I was beautiful. He's been coming over to borrow a dollar here or there. He's still up to his usual stuff, conducting invisible orchestras at 3 AM in the middle of the street, but I've been finding out more about his family thanks to his talkative nature. And thank goodness he's a happy hallucinator!
We're pretty lucky with neighbors. We have one on each side, and they're about an acre (or two) away from the house. They only come over if there's an animal in the neighborhood, or to be friendly every so often. Except for the guy on the one side, who periodically has schizophrenic episodes and will stay awake for a week on end before being admitted to the hospital to have his meds adjusted. He's mostly harmless, though, and just yells in his art studio a lot, because his wife kicks him out of the house during those times.
Ironically, I happen to really like him a lot.
Crazy people can be likable people too.
I confess I need to get firmer with Conner. Not as far as disciplining him, but strongly encouraging him to do things like 1) poop on the potty and not his pants, 2) sleep in his own bed and 3) attend 'playschool'
I give in to his sad face and tears a lot more than I did with the girls. Not that I plan on being mean, but I know I could be a little more firm in my tone. I feel like a wimp.
When I lived in Madison we had a kinda crazy crack head neighbor that I really liked. Patricia. We had parties all the time and she would come over and drink 1/2 drinks that were left laying around and smoke cigarette butts from the ashtray on the porch. But she'd bring her guitar and play music and sing, one night she took all of our candles. We thought she stole them but a few days later she came back with them. She'd melted them all together and made new ones. Her sweet acts far and few between made up for all the times she came over at 2am asking for toilet paper, or to use the phone. She never asked us for money. But she did proposition a few of our guy friends in exchange for rides across town.
She had a really kind heart. Just a crazy drug addicted life.
I confess it's my 4th wedding anniversary. Last year he was at AT during our anniversary so it's the 2nd in a row we've been apart.
DH and I decided that because I flew out to Florida last weekend, we would make that our gift to each other and not buy each other anything. That weekend was better than a present, anyway, so I'm totally happy with that - except it messes up the fact that every year I've gotten him something off the recommended "anniversary by year" list and I have enough ASD characteristics for it to drive me to skip a year. But anyway, no gifts. DH told me yesterday that he was expecting a package at the house and I had to make sure I answered the door if there was a knock. He said it during 2 different conversations yesterday. 5 hours after he told me that it occurred to me that maybe he ordered me a gift? We aren't certain he's even going to get a chance to come back here before he goes so it doesn't make sense to have something sent here and then make me send it to him there when he could have just ordered it directly.
I don't know whether to be or . He always does this to me ... when he was out of work he would tell me not to expect much for Christmas, so I wouldn't buy him much because I was worried about money, and then find out he bought me something really fabulous and I got him something crappy. I really hate that. But, if he got me something.
I forgot to tell you guys this story. I took Savana and Kai to this little fair/carnival last weekend. They had tons of farm animals and a petting zoo which was why I went. In one of the barns were some booths for book fairs, discoveyr toys, and then one table that was just covered in balloon animals. Well Savana and Kai ran over there asking me if they could have one and I told them to ask the women behind the counter.
So Savana asks if they can have one and the woman says, "Of course you can, dear but I'd like to tell you a story first." I take a closer look because there are not obvious signs of what the booth is set up for. The literature on the table, under the balloon animals is all Christian material.
Anyway, Savana says, "No thank you. I don't want to hear a story, just a balloon please." The woman looked like she didn't know what to say so the second woman comes up and starts picking brochures off the table and handing them to Savana saying, "Here you go. Your mom can read these stories. They're about Jesus."
Savana says, "Oh, that's okay. We already know all about that baby Junior guy"
The woman looked at me like and I just shrugged and we walked away with our balloon animals.
I love how my girl handles herself. I didn't say a word!
LOL, Bridget; that is awesome. I might try that line next time the JW's come to the door.
I confess my sister is having a Bastille Day party this weekend and I'm telling the twins that it is for their birthday.
And I also confess that they're starting preschool next week, Tue/Thurs full days, and we've been doing 2-hour visits this week to get acclimated. They really like it, and the teachers think they are great. Ronin picked a flower from our yard to bring to his teacher yesterday, and when I picked them up today Claire was on the swings and another girl was pushing her. I'm so happy they are dealing with this adjustment well.
but I have to ask what she means by baby Junior guy.
Nick's JW friend is always trying to convert us. When Robbie was in the NICU he was over at our house and I was not in the mood to talk to him. I never really want to talk about religion with religious people, but at that point I really, really, didn't want to listen about some compassionate being looking our for me for me while my baby was critically ill.
I flat out told him that Robbie had had a blood transfusion and might need another, and that I was never going to join a religion that tells me I need to sit back a let my son die because he was born before he could make his own blood. He went from talking to us every few months to never coming back.
I honestly feel like that should be against the law. I mean, it's one thing to practice your own religion, it's quite another to allow your child to die because you refuse medical intervention. I will never understand people like that.
You guys won't believe this! Remember how I just mentioned Wicked?
DH is a cable guy--he met a guy today who is a major musical buff--however he had a work accident years ago and can't get around much anymore. He used to go to NYC every weekend and see a show two nights in a row. He'd get a picture with the cast, come back the next night and get the cast to sign it. DH said he had a room full of autographed pictures.
Anyway, now that he can't get around, he buys copies of videos of the shows to watch (apparently it's illegal to record the show but once you have made the copy it's not illegal to have it--weird law)
Soooo long story short DH got me two versions of Wicked, another one called Promises, Promises and the new show of La Cage aux Folles! He also got the guy's e mail address so I can e mail him and see if he has anything else I want.