you know you live in a trailer park when…
you watch painfully as the tiny, cute, super old lady with a walker complete with tennis balls walks slowly but noisily to the mailboxes. her walker scrapes along the concrete sidewalk as she inches towards them.
i just wish the mail had actually come that day, because she walked back to her trailer with nothing to show for it.
here’s an interesting fact, i’m writing this blog without a working delete key. it’s my own fault of course, i knocked over my hot chocolate yesterday. while i was lucky enough to get only a few drops on my laptop, those drops landed on the delete key. i wish it would have been the “\” key instead. bleh. we’ll see if i can get through this blog without getting so frustrated that i want to throw my macbook up against the wall. because that would only make things worse.
if i can’t fix it, i’ll just have to get really good at the “highlight and replace” method that i’m currently using as a form of deleting. it’s that or suddenly becoming perfect at the art of type.
anyway…
you may have noticed that i took a little break after a couple weeks of crazy blogging and giveaways. i hope that was okay, i was a little burnt out. but it was so much fun to give stuff away and write about things that get me really excited.
you also may have noticed that i’m back on the blog horse this week, with the usual posts and such. i’m reserving the thursday time slot for random thoughts of mine, because blogging can be a nice way to write out some things i’m thinking about.
i don’t actually know if the haiku tuesday thing will last, but i’m really into haiku’s right now. i think they’re the next trendy thing.
i really want to start craft of week again, but time for crafting has been so elusive for me. on the other hand, i’m pretty sure that’s the most popular segment of this blog, so i think i’ll try to make it a higher priority.
so that’s what’s happening on the blog. and that’s how my thoughts come out when i’m not trying very hard. two sentence paragraphs with no flow.
here’s to hoping i can get my delete key fixed in a timely fashion!
you know you live in a trailer park when…
you find yourself thinking of clever yet cutting things to yell back at the trailer park hoodlums who frequent the streets and yell obscenities at all passerbys.
disclaimer: this post is not what you think it’s going to be.
since everyone knows how much of a tightwad i am, i thought i’d share just how far this can go. and it goes as far a dreams. not “i’ve got hopes and dreams” kind of dreams, but “i’m out cold, fast asleep, dead to the world” kind of dreams.
i dream about slightly altered versions of real life. and then the morning comes and i’m left wondering what’s real and what’s dreamland.
my dream sequence from the other night was as follows:
easily discerned as not real:
i was majorly flirting with a guy who was not bryan. i was practically drooling over him. i’m not going to say who, because there are some things in life that leave me red in the face, but it was bad. in reality, i’m happily married and as a bonus confirmation, i woke up next to my sleeping red-headed husband named bryan. also, this dream has nothing to do with me being a tightwad, it was just funny.
not real, but i wish it was:
i’m floating in water. i’m floating towards something. the something ends up being a bunch of assembly lines. i’m on an assembly line. and all the other assembly lines are full of the one thing i’ve been searching for: dryers for $50 each. hundreds of cheap dryers! i can choose anyone i want! a clerk comes to help me [i’m not on an assembly line any more apparently] and we look at tiny dryers and regular sized dryers and i pick the perfect one and i only have to pay $50 for it. can you tell our dryer is broken?
truly let down by the lack of reality:
the last dream i can remember from the other night was simply that i was driving around and my gas tank was almost full. when i woke up, i considered this, and determined that i must have filled up my tank on monday. when i got in my car to drive to work, i actually got angry at bryan for using over a half a tank of gas by driving 15 miles for adoleo practice last night. and then i remembered the dream. dang it.
i just need my dreams to actually dictate the future and i’d be set. except for the flirting part. sorry that i dreamcheated on you, bryan.
you know you live in a trailer park when…
you actually pass your trailer on your way home. because even though you’ve lived here over a year, all the trailers still kind-of look the same and you can’t exactly remember which one is yours unless you’re paying close attention.
you know you live in a trailer park when…
you notice some tires in your neighbors yard. and you also notice that those tires are chained to the lamp post.
alsberries 