I mean, after all, I rap to J-Bird to get him up in the mornings, I sing too loudly in my car (& sometimes outside of my car), I have a “I’m-going-to-work” dance that I do in the mornings, I sometimes exclusively talk in my (super convincing) Indian accent, & sometimes when my mom calls I act like I can’t speak English (she falls for it every time).
The reason I have been a little MIA lately is because J-Bird & I got slapped with a public nuisance complaint in the city we live in & we only have two (!!!) weeks to get our act together. For reasons completely unrelated to those listed above, unfortunately.
One of our nosy neighbors decided to tell the city that we had 12 people living in our house. In case you guys were wondering, I’m not hoarding an army over here, nor am I raising a small Mexican family. As most of you know, there’s 2 of us living here: J-Bird & me. We are, however, looking for a roommate to replace Nick. But just one person.
They also complained that our yard was too messy. Which we were aware of & in the process of cleaning up, but it takes time & a lot of work. So, this past week consisted of us trimming our lovely bushes (you still can’t really tell) & cleaning out the gutters (which was a pain in the butt). We actually had a small tree growing in our gutters.
Today, our adventure leads us to the spider infested carport closet to go hunting for the electric lawn mower. My guess is that the mower might need a blog post all on his own after today.
We did end up going to the beach if you’ve read part 1 of the Vacation log. Upon arriving at the beach front we realized it would be $2 per hour to park there, so we began scraping together change for the parking meter. This shouldn’t have been that hard of a task since I’d just robbed the Indian man, but my purse eats things, so as I sat there & dug around another car pulled up to the meter beside us.
A young woman stepped out of the car & began putting change in (apparently) what she thought was her meter. It was actually ours. Now, since they were clearly labeled, we considered this her fault & this happens to be our second robbery of that day. We didn’t pay her meter, we just simply walked away. I know, I’ve had some bad karma, believe me.
After walking along the beach for a while, we began to wonder along the streets of houses. Cute little houses. Snapping pictures. Laughing. Joking. Until J-Bird (I kid you not) almost gets knocked right in the head with a dead baby bird falling from the sky. We still do not know where the damn thing fell from or what happened exactly, but smack. Right there on the pavement, J-Bird having a panic attack & all.
We decided after that it was time to head back to the hotel room. Which is where we stayed until Thursday morning because of the tropical depression that dumped tons of rain on us Wednesday. We were under flood warnings, tornado watches & severe t-storm something or others all day.
We rounded the trip off with a beach day on Thursday, where I got to wear my new bathing suit & we didn’t even get a sunburn! Yay!
I’m pretty sure we need a vacation after that vacation. Actually, I might just opt out of vacations from now until the end of time.
Yesterday J-Bird & I went on our first bike ride together in almost 3 years. That, my bloggy friends, is exciting.
Pinky needs some work, which we knew. She’s almost as old as I am. In bike years, that’s like 42. She’s getting ready to hit menopause for pete’s sake. We started out having to pump air in her tires (of course). Which, for the record, I hate the sound of. Reminds me of balloons too much. So I made J-Bird go out on the porch to do it out of earshot.
I’m not gonna lie to you guys, the first few minutes on Pinky were terrifying. I was so wobbly & nervous (well, we lowered the seat almost as low as it would go & my feet would still barely reach the ground, I’m sort-of vertically challenged), but as soon as we got out on the road & the wind started whipping through my hair, I was fine.
Until I had to hit the brakes, that is. We’re pretty sure that Pinky needs some new brakes, as it sounded like I had a goose sitting on my handle bars honking at all the innocent people.
We did discover a park we’d never seen only a few blocks over from us, with this cool boulder climbing rock thing. Which, of course, we stopped to climb. Or should I say, we stopped to I could watch & laugh as J-Bird climbed. What? I wasn’t wearing the proper shoes. Everyone knows you have to wear cute sandals to go bike riding. Duh.
I’m super excited about our next adventure on our bikes, the only downside? My tush really hurts from riding. J-Bird says this never happens to him, but if I ride more than a few minutes, it happens to me every time. Seriously, I had to sit on a pillow just to put my make-up on this morning. This is the only day that I’ve ever been excited about having to stand at work. My tush totally hates me right now.
If you guys have been following my blog for awhile, you remember Pinky, my beloved turquoise bike. If you’re new around this neck of the woods, then Pinky deserves a little back story, so do yourself a favor & click here.
Now, most of you are probably wondering why I’m bringing Pinky back up. Well you see, after college, I moved to a not-so-bike friendly city & gave the bike back to its rightful owner, my mother in law. Its been in her possession ever since.
Last week, J-Bird & I got to talking & realized we live in a more bike friendly city now, so we should be out bike riding! Besides, I need the exercise. Yea, yea I know, me? Exercise? More like pant around the block.
Anyway, I can’t really afford a new bike so I thought of my old best friend, Pinky. So we called up my mother in law to see if she’d be willing to sell me my best friend back. Which sounds way worse when taken out of context.
I’m happy to report that Pinky & I have been reunited. Forever. Sure she’s old, rusty & crusty, but nowadays that’s known as vintage & that shit is cool.
Oh! I also snapped some photos of the lovely Pinky, so you guys can be jelly.
Not true. But lots of college students do pass through my yard due to it being a corner lot. Because of this strange walk-thru effect, I’ve heard stories that this yard has never, ever had any grass.
Until of course when we moved in.
Now we have sprig-like kind of grass growing in spots. Like, some of the sprigs are so tall they reach up to my hips. Now, granted that isn’t saying too much being that I’m only 5’3, but still.
I told J-Bird the other day that it was time we do something about the yard. Its getting to look a little jungley out there. He suggested a lawn mower. I don’t know where he thought we were going to get one of those from, but no. Also, we’d look completely dumb trying to use a lawn mower on such small patches of grass.
I suggested (duh) the obvious: a weed eater. He said that was also a dumb idea & he didn’t know where we’d find one of those at either. I told him that anyone over the age of 30 should own a weed eater, so it shouldn’t be that hard. I really don’t know why he’s making things complicated.
I think we’re going to end up going out there with a pair of scissors, which currently is the only solution we’ve both semi agreed on. I mean, sure its ghetto, but if we do it at night no one will ever know. The neighbors will just think fairies came in the middle of the night to make the yard beautiful. That’s what we thought for the longest time about the lady across the street. Until we saw her hoarding Mexicans one day.
The weather here in NC has been beautiful (& teetering on HOT for the past few days, not gonna lie), so for the past 2 mornings, I’ve went out to take pictures. We are lucky enough to live near a rose garden & no matter where I start out walking to, I always end up there.
Upon landing in the rose garden yesterday morning, I was delighted to see that some of the roses were starting to bloom! I ended up spending most of my morning down there, wandering around, taking photos & just being in my own little world. Which is quite unusual for me, I typically hate being alone. Maybe being alone isn’t so bad, though, no one to make fun of me (to my face anyway) for running from the bees. Or getting my flip-flop stuck in the mulch. Or spinning in circles when I run into a spider web. Perhaps I should stop there & share some of my fairytale like morning with you all.