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Leave It to This Beaver
I am living like the 1950s - except without segregation and oh, women have more rights. Otherwise, our new neighborhood and its family-friendly feel brings me back to a time when moms baked cookies and daddies came home for dinner every night and kids played together in relative peace. That's my neighborhood.
Weirdest part? Despite the holy rollers and normalcy and the fact that I don't bake cookies - I kinda like the vibe. Makes me feel like a Jewish and slightly vulgar Erma Bombeck, but I like it.
Scary, I know.
Then other times I wanna hurl, move to a forest somewhere (with hunky Forest Rangers protecting me from wildlife with deadly force) and live in a yurt.
Seriously.
There is something quite lovely about a $20K mortgage and living in a way that doesn't harm the land. Wouldn't have to worry about Gloria across the street and her judgmental church group. That's for damn sure.
Wandering Jews
Or if the yurt thing doesn't work out, maybe take the family overseas to travel for a few years. They need teachers in a big way and our boys could learn a lot from wandering in Europe or Asia from 6th through 8th grade.
Hell.
Beats The Springs any day of the week and twice on Sunday. Which is the Lord's day, ya know. And we can't even buy beer 'round these parts on the Lord's day.
Big Fat Horse Cow
My old boss continues to do well, despite the fact that her teachers despise and have lost confidence in her.
Good news: Two school board members see the light.
Bad news: Only two.
Might As Well Face It
I'm addicted to Craig's List.
This gold mine is better than liver and red velvet cake. My favorite meal. Back when I ate liver. And red velvet cake.
I'm Only Happy When It Rains
Colorado Springs is too f*cking sunny. All of a sudden, my kids have tan lines and I burn my neck walking to the mailbox.
That. Will. Never. Do.
Seems there's no such thing as overcast here. Which sucks. Cause somethin' bout the clouds and me mix. I'm giving this place two years.
Tops.
So pass the sunblock and homemade cookies, Gloria. And explain again why Christ *is* for me.
posted by kate @ 9:52 AM
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I am selling my house today to get a yurt. The only thing I will bring with me is my bicycle to power my computer, and of course my rain barrels.
I am working on the guilt I have for living in a house that has damaged the environment, but I am getting by with the little help from my friends. huhhhhhhuuuuuhhhh
you need to come up to Denver, a whole different vibe, walked down to the Fillmore to catch Fountains of Wayne and Crowded House, stopped on the way at a vintage clothing joint and *almost* bought a blue, leather jacket, it was way cool, but slightly large, darn ...
-- chase
Sun, happy (albeit Christ-like) people, and an actual roof over your head. Boy, does life suck.
:-p
You burn your neck on the way to the mailbox? Thank you. I laughed so hard I don't have to do my situps this morning. That's exactly how I feel anytime I'm outside. For real.
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