I've been having really weird dreams lately.
A couple nights ago, it was that my college roommate and I teamed up to rob a bank. I was the getaway driver, so I guess that makes her the muscle. (I think we did get away, too.)
Then one night the dream was about organizing all my shoes.
I have no idea what this all means -- except clearly I need a vacation.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
My 'hood version of a walk of shame...
...is having to text my tenants to let them know that I'm having "overnight company." Since an extra car messes up parking in our already-crowded driveway.
Damn you, city that doesn't allow overnight parking on its streets! Way to blow up my spot.
Damn you, city that doesn't allow overnight parking on its streets! Way to blow up my spot.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Brewster Shaming
Guess who was just submitted to Dog Shaming??
This guy:
I'll let you know if/when he makes his Internet debut!
This guy:
I'll let you know if/when he makes his Internet debut!
Monday, December 10, 2012
Still here...
It has been a crazy few weeks.
So, last time I posted? I had just gotten my windshield smashed. Just my luck, the glass installer guy won't leave me alone. He's somewhat cute and funny...and has a pony tail and a criminal record. Barf. So of course that means he's wildly attracted to me and will not take a hint.
On a more positive note, I had an early Christmas miracle over the weekend: my kid brother called me. Randomly and out of the blue. He was going to a party about 10 minutes from my house and wanted to know if I could pick him up, if he happened to have a couple drinks. (Kid brother has had his own brushes with the law.) As luck would have it, I wasn't doing anything, so I drove him (and his lady friend) to and from the party, then they crashed at my place.
I was glad to have company- had a little 'hood incident that night. I was folding laundry around 1am (yes, I was home doing laundry at 1am on a Saturday night...welcome to my wild and crazy life) when I heard a scuffle outside. It sounded like a man and woman fighting. It kept escalating, and I was starting to wonder if I should call the police...when I heard the woman yell "he's trying to stab me. Call 911!" So I called 911. When the dispatcher tried to connect me to the officer, we had a bad connection. They traced my number and I think thought -I- was the one in distress...within a couple minutes 4 cruisers were at my front door. And, umm, although I own the house, I live on the second floor. So they knocked on the door...of my tenants' apartment. Thankfully they were still awake and not completely freaked out by the PPD knocking in the middle of the night.
And the scuffling couple? Nowhere to be found. I felt a little silly. My tenants had heard the fight, though, so at least I didn't feel like I was imagining things! (Although I was mildly disturbed that the tenants didn't think maybe they should call 911.)
So, the moral of the story is that I was very glad kid brother called and stayed over...not a great night to be home alone!
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So, last time I posted? I had just gotten my windshield smashed. Just my luck, the glass installer guy won't leave me alone. He's somewhat cute and funny...and has a pony tail and a criminal record. Barf. So of course that means he's wildly attracted to me and will not take a hint.
On a more positive note, I had an early Christmas miracle over the weekend: my kid brother called me. Randomly and out of the blue. He was going to a party about 10 minutes from my house and wanted to know if I could pick him up, if he happened to have a couple drinks. (Kid brother has had his own brushes with the law.) As luck would have it, I wasn't doing anything, so I drove him (and his lady friend) to and from the party, then they crashed at my place.
I was glad to have company- had a little 'hood incident that night. I was folding laundry around 1am (yes, I was home doing laundry at 1am on a Saturday night...welcome to my wild and crazy life) when I heard a scuffle outside. It sounded like a man and woman fighting. It kept escalating, and I was starting to wonder if I should call the police...when I heard the woman yell "he's trying to stab me. Call 911!" So I called 911. When the dispatcher tried to connect me to the officer, we had a bad connection. They traced my number and I think thought -I- was the one in distress...within a couple minutes 4 cruisers were at my front door. And, umm, although I own the house, I live on the second floor. So they knocked on the door...of my tenants' apartment. Thankfully they were still awake and not completely freaked out by the PPD knocking in the middle of the night.
And the scuffling couple? Nowhere to be found. I felt a little silly. My tenants had heard the fight, though, so at least I didn't feel like I was imagining things! (Although I was mildly disturbed that the tenants didn't think maybe they should call 911.)
So, the moral of the story is that I was very glad kid brother called and stayed over...not a great night to be home alone!
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Thursday, October 25, 2012
Hood life ain't easy
Had another incident last night. I didn't realize it until this morning when I went to let Brewster out. I saw this:
Yup, that's my car. After a brick was thrown at my tenant's car, I had them take my spot in the garage. I figured if a car was going to get damaged, I'd rather it be mine.
Guess what...a car got damaged. It was mine.
That makes two nights someone throws a brick at a car in my driveway. I'm freaking out. I'm uneasy in my own house. I don't like it. Here's hoping it doesn't happen again!
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Yup, that's my car. After a brick was thrown at my tenant's car, I had them take my spot in the garage. I figured if a car was going to get damaged, I'd rather it be mine.
Guess what...a car got damaged. It was mine.
That makes two nights someone throws a brick at a car in my driveway. I'm freaking out. I'm uneasy in my own house. I don't like it. Here's hoping it doesn't happen again!
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Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Things that go bump in the night
We had a little incident in the 'hood last night: someone threw a brick at my tenant's car. Thankfully it hit a vehicle, not a person - in fact, everyone else in the house slept through the whole thing. Except me. I heard a crash in the back yard and was convinced someone was trying to break in. So I grabbed Brewster and a flashlight and headed outside to defend my property.
In hindsight, a very stupid idea. I'm not quite sure what I thought my Boston Terrier and I were going to do scare away a burglar, but no one was out there anyway. Good thing! I literally slept with one eye open, paranoid they'd come back. Not a fun night...things like that make me miss living in a cowtown.
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In hindsight, a very stupid idea. I'm not quite sure what I thought my Boston Terrier and I were going to do scare away a burglar, but no one was out there anyway. Good thing! I literally slept with one eye open, paranoid they'd come back. Not a fun night...things like that make me miss living in a cowtown.
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