Concrete. Drawers. And the bag lady.
Today I am sort of wandering aimlessly when it comes to blogging ... just like the bag lady that I had nightmares about as a child. For real ... there was this bag lady ... and I really had nightmares about her.
Our community association is finally filling our roads. We have lived here almost four years and we are still swerving around manholes. But before they fill the road, they apparently need to repair the concrete in the gutters and at the end of our driveways.
So right now my driveway looks like this ...
... which is fine, nice and dandy ... but couldn't they fill both halves of my driveway so they at least match? I mean what is more annoying than having two different colors of concrete? Ahh call me petty, but it sure does annoy me!
My daughter ... also known as Chicky ... has this little obsession with emptying drawers. It only takes her about 2.2 seconds, so by the time you catch her ... the damage is done.
And it drives me crazy! Her obsession also goes beyond drawers ... toy bins are also game. Ugh.
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Our community association is finally filling our roads. We have lived here almost four years and we are still swerving around manholes. But before they fill the road, they apparently need to repair the concrete in the gutters and at the end of our driveways.
So right now my driveway looks like this ...
... which is fine, nice and dandy ... but couldn't they fill both halves of my driveway so they at least match? I mean what is more annoying than having two different colors of concrete? Ahh call me petty, but it sure does annoy me!***************
My daughter ... also known as Chicky ... has this little obsession with emptying drawers. It only takes her about 2.2 seconds, so by the time you catch her ... the damage is done.And it drives me crazy! Her obsession also goes beyond drawers ... toy bins are also game. Ugh.
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So are you wondering about the bag lady I had nightmares about as a child?
Ok, I will tell you the story.
There was this woman ... she was a homeless woman {aka: bag lady} and she wandered the city we lived in. When she walked, her head bobbed up and down ... up and down. I was a young child and of course, I thought she was so bizarre. Her actions in general were so bizarre that there was no way a child like me wouldn't have stared at her.
So one day I spotted her across the street and I watched as a lady walked her bike down the sidewalk with her child in her bike's child seat. The child pointed at the bag lady and just then, the bag lady grabbed the bike and shook it ... with the child in the child seat.
I swear ... I was terrified of the bag lady. I had nightmares about her ... nightmares that she was going to come to my house and get me.
Isn't it strange the things that stick in a child's mind? I will never forget the bag lady ... although I wish I could.
Ok, I will tell you the story.
There was this woman ... she was a homeless woman {aka: bag lady} and she wandered the city we lived in. When she walked, her head bobbed up and down ... up and down. I was a young child and of course, I thought she was so bizarre. Her actions in general were so bizarre that there was no way a child like me wouldn't have stared at her.
So one day I spotted her across the street and I watched as a lady walked her bike down the sidewalk with her child in her bike's child seat. The child pointed at the bag lady and just then, the bag lady grabbed the bike and shook it ... with the child in the child seat.
I swear ... I was terrified of the bag lady. I had nightmares about her ... nightmares that she was going to come to my house and get me.
Isn't it strange the things that stick in a child's mind? I will never forget the bag lady ... although I wish I could.