So What Wednesday

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So What Wednesday

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So what if we had the most perfect snow yesterday. It was those big fluffy flakes, and I just wanted to stand out in it and kiss someone. Yea, it was THAT kind of movie-scene snow! Clearly, that wish didn't come true, so I settled on chasing Russell around in it instead.

So what if I really wanted to watch the VS Fashion Show last night... which meant this delicate balancing act had to happen. What?! I don't watch TV much therefore can't justify actually paying for cable. (hangs head in shame. hillbilly deluxe) 

So what if the highlight of my Thanksgiving was quite possibly the fact that my Japanese aunt showed up with fresh rolled sushi.

So what if these are the sort of shenanigans that go on at the house of booze. Apparently some new guy started, and he is all sorts of good looking (note: that is new guy's manager)

 So what if I cringed when I saw this goin down across the street from my house. Those are inflatable lawn ornaments! Please no... why me?! Is there anything more tacky (and don't you dare bring up my tv antenna)

So what if I have my hair trained so I only have to wash it every 2 or 3 days. Some people don't believe me that you can train your hair. Ahhem, Lindsey.  Of course, day 2 or 3 always ends up as a messy bun. 

So what if I took ALL of the above to an open house, and none of it sold... but I've since sold like half of it. Clearly, whoever attended said open house had no taste ;) 


So what if I spruced up the look of the ol bliggityblog a bit. I was so bored of the way it looked but haven't had time to do a complete redesign




What are you saying So What to this week?

The hood

When I first bought my home I had visions of warm, welcoming neighbors showing up at my front door with casseroles or jello molds (not that I'm particularly fond of casseroles or jello molds, but it's the thought here, people!)

Well, that little daydream quickly proved itself wrong. I'd like to chuck it up to the fact that I moved in in the dead of winter... no one wants to trek outside in 2ft of snow to bring the welcome wagon. Or maybe it's because many of my neighbors are of the blue-haired variety, and their little electric scooters are in the shop getting repaired? 

First there was the escaped convict that was apparently roaming through our streets on Friday night, causing cops to put us on lockdown.  Thankfully I learned he was just a crazy divorcee, not some serial killer.

Then there was a little newspaper incident early on that had me seriously considering the area I moved into... but then a few months later once Scott became buddybuddy with the little klepto and I had no choice but to forgive her for what happened and move on. 

Then there was the time that I had a few friends over for a bonfire one night and my across-the-street neighbors tried to like 'outdo' us by turning their music up super loud and hootin & hollerin (note: they aren't young... they're like 40s with multiple kids). They are driveway sitters, and make me uncomfortable to be in my front yard. or driveway. or anywhere within plain view of them. Every evening they drag all their lawn chairs into the driveway and all 12 of them sit around chatting or something?

I have a cattycorner neighbor behind me with a with an old basset hound that looovvvesss to sit and whimper on the back porch. To which she replies in a sickeningly sweet tone "Olive... I am right here, you are fine Olive.... Aahhhhh-live you're fine sweetie, it's ok AaaahhhhhLIVE" 

And then there's the house behind me,  with the hyperactive jack russell, which prods the neverending 'Mya... myyyyyUH. MYUHHHH' as the mutt darts off through the neighbors yard. Every. single. day.

But I think my favorite neighbor has become the cattycorner across the street (dang maybe I need a diagram!) We will call him Mr. Excitable. Mr. Excitable is colored (newspaper thief pointed this out to me, and specifically said that she invited him to my housewarming party because -and I quote - "he is black and she did not want him to feel left out"), and has a wife and from what I can tell an awfully cute little mixed babygirl. I call him Mr. Excitable because anytime he see's me outside he frantically waves. I can't help but laugh, I'm not sure if he realizes it...but he always makes it a point to shout HI! and wave, and always seems so. dang. excited. Sometimes if I notice he's outside I will purposely go get something out of my garage so I can get that OH,OH,OH! HIIIII! wave from him



Neighbors are funny creatures. 
 

Newspaper Theif: Revisited

What’s that saying… ‘if you can’t beat em, join em’? Or maybe it’s more along the lines with ‘keep your friends close, and your enemies closer’.

I remember telling Scott early on about the newspaper thief I live next to, and him cracking up as I rehashed the events from that evening when I watched the klepto strike with my own two eyes.

So imagine my surprise when one morning last week, I’m sitting at work and I get this message….

Scott had been helping me out a ton around the house this past few weeks getting it ready for my bash, and apparently was becoming BFF's with my neighbors in the meantime!

He talked about how sweet she was, but I wasn't convinced-- she stole my newspaper right off my driveway, afterall! However, I didn't want cops showing up because of noise disturbances or something, so I'm glad he made the effort and extended the peace pipe. 

She actually made an appearance at my housewarming bash Saturday night, side dishes in tow. As much as I hate to admit it, she's not some crazy klepto, she's actually kind of hilarious. And anyone who shows up at my front door with a batch of deviled eggs is welcomed with open arms.

Joann told me all about the lady who lived in my house before, and that she always keeps an eye out on it. She's silly. But I like her. She told me to "holler" sometime! Here's to making amends.