A few things I am sick of:
1. Cleaning up after myself, I want a maid.
2. Snow, could it please just be spring?
3. Having no money. I need a job. NOW.
4. Dieting. No comment.
5. People calling in the middle of the night. COULD I PLEASE GET SOME SLEEP!
6. Waiting for my hair to grow. I should have never cut it last year.
7. Being clumsy, I have bruises and cuts everywhere.
8. Never having enough time... Where does it all go anyway? Damn TiVo.
9. Living alone, I wish I could stand to live with others.
I wanted to have an even ten, but I guess I'm not sick of anything else.
As you walk out my back door there is a lovely Victorian house behind my building with a carriage house apartment that faces the alley. The man who lives in the carriage house must do so because of the garage, he collects vintage cars I think. Knowing nothing about cars I couldn't tell you what he has. He's a very nice man, he always offers to hold my back door open when I have groceries and am struggling, and he always pops his head out of the window to say hello on sunny days. He has some younger friends who must be mechanics that seem to be about my age (cute guys) and they're nice too. They always joke with me about random things and one of them held an umbrella for me the other day when it was raining while I got into my car. Altogether they're a pleasant bunch. The people who live in the actual house are a mystery to me, I think they may be a gay couple. Sometimes I see them, immaculately dressed getting into their matching Audis. They've never acknowledged my existence, but then I've never said hi to them either. However, they have the most insanely adorable dog. He's a little black Scottish terrier with the sweetest eyes I've ever seen. They tether him to the front porch on nice days so he can run around in the front yard. When he was a puppy he'd get his toys flipped all over the yard out of reach and I'd throw them back into biting range. He loved that. He's all grown up now but he recognizes me and always has a doggie smile for me and lots of tail wagging. But what I love most about these people is that they have built a tiny Zen garden in the yard by the street. Its under a tree with plenty of shade with a bench and a sand box with little rakes and stones to move around. They've even placed a sign next to the walkway that says "Stop, sit, be at peace." It is the friendliest, most darling thing. I haven't had a chance to sit there yet, what with all the rain, snow, and my mama being in the hospital and all, but it is truly lovely. Sometimes its nice to see that people have kind thoughts towards others.... All this makes me think... I've gotta get a digital camera... I want you guys to see this stuff so bad!
1. Cleaning up after myself, I want a maid.
2. Snow, could it please just be spring?
3. Having no money. I need a job. NOW.
4. Dieting. No comment.
5. People calling in the middle of the night. COULD I PLEASE GET SOME SLEEP!
6. Waiting for my hair to grow. I should have never cut it last year.
7. Being clumsy, I have bruises and cuts everywhere.
8. Never having enough time... Where does it all go anyway? Damn TiVo.
9. Living alone, I wish I could stand to live with others.
I wanted to have an even ten, but I guess I'm not sick of anything else.
As you walk out my back door there is a lovely Victorian house behind my building with a carriage house apartment that faces the alley. The man who lives in the carriage house must do so because of the garage, he collects vintage cars I think. Knowing nothing about cars I couldn't tell you what he has. He's a very nice man, he always offers to hold my back door open when I have groceries and am struggling, and he always pops his head out of the window to say hello on sunny days. He has some younger friends who must be mechanics that seem to be about my age (cute guys) and they're nice too. They always joke with me about random things and one of them held an umbrella for me the other day when it was raining while I got into my car. Altogether they're a pleasant bunch. The people who live in the actual house are a mystery to me, I think they may be a gay couple. Sometimes I see them, immaculately dressed getting into their matching Audis. They've never acknowledged my existence, but then I've never said hi to them either. However, they have the most insanely adorable dog. He's a little black Scottish terrier with the sweetest eyes I've ever seen. They tether him to the front porch on nice days so he can run around in the front yard. When he was a puppy he'd get his toys flipped all over the yard out of reach and I'd throw them back into biting range. He loved that. He's all grown up now but he recognizes me and always has a doggie smile for me and lots of tail wagging. But what I love most about these people is that they have built a tiny Zen garden in the yard by the street. Its under a tree with plenty of shade with a bench and a sand box with little rakes and stones to move around. They've even placed a sign next to the walkway that says "Stop, sit, be at peace." It is the friendliest, most darling thing. I haven't had a chance to sit there yet, what with all the rain, snow, and my mama being in the hospital and all, but it is truly lovely. Sometimes its nice to see that people have kind thoughts towards others.... All this makes me think... I've gotta get a digital camera... I want you guys to see this stuff so bad!
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