When you move into a new place you get all excited because you have new space to fill. You go shopping, arrange and rearrange till you sit on the couch and go “Yep, this is it”. Then, you hear a knock on your door. Who could it be? Did you forget you invited someone over? You go up to the door, turn the knob and find your self-staring into the eyes of a stranger.
Having neighbors can be good or bad depending on the neighbor. In some of my cases, I have dealt with more good than bad neighbors. I live in a somewhat quite area with many apartments. Most my neighbors are fabulous but a few others are not. There’s one who lives diagonally from us and she never looks before backing out of her driveway and I can no longer count how many times she’s almost hit me. Someone should buy this woman one of those cars that have the backup camera.
My other neighbor just moved in and so far I’m not too keen on having them as neighbors and its only winter and only been a month. I’m almost scared of summer coming for I don’t know if I want them outside. They look like your typical trailer park type people. You want to tell them to buy new clothes, take a shower and take care of themselves. You know they smoke a lot for they have the smokers voice with that dreadful cough/laugh. I have seen them hanging out Hannaford and Walmart’s parking lot for 30 mins or more. Of course, I don’t know why they’d hang out for 30mins in a parking lot but I also really don’t want to know. I guess come summer I will know if my first impressions of them are correct.
Then there are neighbors I use to have; in neighborhoods, I use to live; where you wish they never moved in. Here’s a small list of some.
1. Peeping tom
2. Loud, obnoxious soccer mom who always stands by your windows
3. Yard messers (their yards are so messy it enters your side)
4. Party goers
5. Loud sex machines!
6. Drug dealers/drunks
7. Trailer park trash
8. Gossip queens
Some of these may be awful, rude and down outright judgmental but be honest with yourself, you have thought some of these things and at one point had these people next door.
The question of the blog: your worst neighbor ever?
You know your a parent when bed time is the time of day when you get excited, you can finally get some relaxation
I’m exhausted You?
and rest in till 6am comes again.
As I sit on my coach waiting for Friday morning to roll in, I cuddle under my favorite blanket my father got me while he was over seas, a warm mug of Swiss Hot Chocolate and a Laptop on my lap writing my blog. I can’t seem to come up with a way to express my love of writing for every time I start the sentence I end up deleting and saying out loud “No, no bad writing!”
To me it doesn’t matter how many words are put on paper or what the word count on my screen says. True writing comes from the heart and comes in many sizes and varieties. Capturing your readers attention in as little as 5 words give you a sense of connection and understanding. You connect with your readers because what you write about relates to them in some way weather it has to do with their own life or feelings. You as the writer becomes stronger as you continue on your journey as a writer for you begin to learn more and more about what people want and what you as a writer enjoy.
So like I said I can’t seem to come up with a way to express my love of writing so I hope that in my journey of building my blog, I get stronger, better and more confident in my own writing. I don’t edit my writing to an extreme for I believe that editing every nook and cranny of my writing will cause me to second guess my self in each and every sentence I write and therefore cause me to not see writing for what it is. A Passion, A slate, A store
Mom, I can’t wait till I’m big like you and I can wear a bra and go to work – Me as a Young Girl around 6 years old
Every kid at some point during their lives will say something along the words of “I can’t wait to grow up” and then we do grow up and find out that growing up isn’t as fun, exciting and cracked up as we made it sound like as children. We find out that being an adult has many responsibilities that we didn’t think of as young children. We realize that all the free time we thought that our parents had they really didn’t have. Saying this brings me to the 2nd part of this post.
If I could go backwards in life and redo my childhood I’d start from age 8. That’s when I started babysitting our neighbors kid and from there was babysitting every weekend with one weekend being 4 kids at once various ages. Instead of being excited to be a babysitter and volunteering for the task I would of kindly declined. At age 12 I started volunteering at our local Children’s Museum for 6-8 hours a day. I was there for a good 4 years stopped around age 16. It was a fun place don’t get me wrong having the younger kids come in all excited to make paper and want to color them for someone they love was one of the most amazing experiences I had at the time and it made me very happy.
Then that age came, “Yes that age” you know what i’m talking about when I say that. I turned 16 and my parents wanted me to start thinking about getting a job and I was very resist on doing so. However, they kept pushing and I landed my first job at Tim Hortons which lasted 3 days (Thats a post for another day) and went to Best Buy for 5 years. I have been in the working world since that day and like I mentioned before if I could turn back time and kindly decline the offer to babysit, turn around and run down the hill to join my friends playing on the playground behind our housing building. I would of taken my childhood to be a kid and not grow up fast.
If anyone is reading this and you are now a parent, aunt, uncle, grandparent or someone a child looks up to; please encourage them to be a kid and not wish to grow up to fast too soon.
I’m laying in bed pondering countless subjects I could write about tonight when I came across “The One”. Yes, ” The One” its almost as if this subject jumped to the frontal portion of my skull screaming *pick me! Pick me!* for it is the season of giving, receiving, and possibly exchanging.
Every Holiday, Birthday, Valentines Day or other occasion where gifts are given I find my self staring at that one dreadful gift with that Fake *Awe, thank you* face. For Example, A Vase with fake flowers, something that seemed to resemble burnt wood chips at the bottom and a design that looks as if it was pulled out of a dumpster behind the neighborhood thrift store. (Even they were like “Hell No” and chucked it) The colors resemble something out of a amatures art portfolio who did not understand the concept of color contrasting. What do I do with this thing? So I bring it home put it in every spot I could find; look at it for a moment each time until finally it finds a home in the closet for the next 4-5years.
What I have came to realize at age 25 after all those years of keeping those gifts I’d never use/open I could return/exchange them at the store they were bought from. Now why I didn’t think of that till I had my Baby Shower and I got doubles, triples of items we wouldn’t use is beyond me. I was able to take the item(s) return it to the store for a Gift Card and purchase something I would use or needed. To me it made more since then the original item sitting in my closet for ever.
However, despite the simple fact that this indeed makes more since you still have that one person who gave you the gift pissed off because you exchanged it. Heaven forbid you have a different taste then them or simply just find you don’t like the item. I mean seriously sit down on your chair, sofa or floor and ask your self before you start to complain “would I want my $10-$20 sit in a closet for many months or years? Or would I prefer them to exchange it for something that they do like or need? I recall having only one person in my 25 years of life annoyed that I said I don’t like something or that I won’t use it and exchanged it. I was called ungrateful and heartless. Pardon me for not wanting your money to sit in my closet and pardon me for being honest for if I were you I rather someone tell me they don’t like it for it helps me learn there likes and dislikes.
Please, remember this Holiday season be honest, loving and happy. Please comment and tell me about the time you maybe returned or didn’t return an item you would not use or didn’t like.
You know you have entered parenthood when spit up, vomit, food and god knows what that is ends up on your shirt/pants and you continue to wear them.
It’s amazing how a laid back day can become a hectic fast paced day in a matter of seconds! I woke up today feeling energized and ready to clean the house from top to bottom and get a shine with the remaining part of my evening being a computer on my lap and soaking up all the Cyber Monday deals. A friend/coworker messaged me seeing if I had the day off and due to her asking I got curious and questionable on weather I really had the day off so I went online to check my schedule for the week. Sure enough I was suppose to be at work and it was currently 10:23am! I was scheduled at 10am! First thought running through my head was “Oh shit, I’m late” and second was “I could just stay home”. I called worked and told them I’d be in shortly that I forgot/didn’t realize I was suppose to be working hung up the phone and got dressed as fast as I could. Started the car let it warm up for a bit for here in Maine if you don’t let it warm up your not going any where.
By the time I got to work it was 11:00 and I punched in at roughly 11:02 but before punching in I had to go into the restroom and fix my pants. During my rushing process I some how managed to put my pants on inside out and button them without noticing. Talk about being embarrassed thou I was lucky no one noticed and I was able to fix this mishap before I did get spotted. Out of all the silly things I’ve done like putting my cell in the fridge, Jelly in the cupboard this is by far the worst.
In the comments feel free to tell me about the time you did something like this and you was lucky no one noticed, Or did they?