Jiggity Jig

Me, according to my niece.

Me, according to my niece.

Random post for anyone who’s interested…

School started back today in our neck of the woods. I live directly across the street from the elementary school. A few things I hate about that:

1. My street is a one way during the school year between the hours of 7:30 & 8:15am and 2:30 & 3:15pm. I’m a stickler for rules, so I have to adhere to this. Which also means I have to shake my fists at those who drive the wrong way during these times. I’ve become the sign Nazi and it isn’t fun.

2. Parents feel the need to arrive at the school at 2pm in order to be the first in the pick up line. This results in a giant traffic jam. My first few months in our new house, I had to all but bribe the crosswalk guide to convince her that I did, in fact live on the street and was merely trying to get home, not finagle my tiny car in front of everyone else! It’s a been a year, so thank God she knows my car. If she ever retires, I’m screwed.

3. My dogs apparently hate children. Hate is a strong word, and I actually believe that they really like children who are on the same side of the window that they’re on. Those weirdos through the window pane, however, are up to no good, according to Sadie and Lucy. Growling, barking, etc. I don’t know whether to feel sorry for the kids, the dogs, or myself.

Apart from the one way commandments, the ridiculous car lines and the constant puppy scolding, I really do love where I live. I’ve never lived in a neighborhood where kids walk to school. It’s an adorable combination of Mayberry & Stepford (if you can call that adorable). And when the kids stop in the mornings and wave at my ridiculous dogs, it makes me warm and fuzzy inside.

All the above to say: Can you believe it’s been a year since we moved here? A year since I said goodbye to window a/c units and an apartment building that time had forgotten, and hello to central heat and cooling, a fenced backyard and a neighbor who refuses to put a shirt on (you can’t have it all, can you?).

A year. Crazy. A year.

And that damn bathroom STILL hasn’t been touched.

Maybe this year… đŸ˜‰


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