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July 21, 2007

Have I Mentioned in the Past Five Minutes That I Love it Here?

Just in case I haven't, let me refresh your memory:

We fricking love it here!!!

The fact that I just said "fricking" instead of lobbing a string of obscenities should indicate exactly just how good things are. Nearly six weeks post-move, things are as good as we'd hoped. Better, even, which is why I'm going to belch up the three things I love most about living in Prettytown at this exact moment:

1. I'm in the backyard! Our current backyard is quite a bit smaller than the one at the crapshack. However, this one isn't overgrown with jungle vines left by the previous owners and impervious to all defoliants. It's also not lousy with neighbor dogs and their excrement, nor is it surrounded by drunk, angry neighbors and the excrement that routinely came out of their mouths. Loudly. Need I remind you of the night we were playing outside while listening to one of the neighbors teaching his toddler the proper use of the word "fucktard"? Not only am I outside, but tonight B. cooked on the grill while I sat on my ass in a resin chair and Clara Jane played. Since I had nothing better to do, I started thinking and reminded, lo! There is a resin table in the garage! Let's set it up and eat outside! And we did! And not once was our food poisoned by the DDT truck!

2. B. met another neighbor today while working in the yard. She's an older woman who lives at the end of our street. She told him that she's been wanting to catch us outside since we moved in because she wanted to talk about the Nascar stickers on the back of my truck (shut up, you fucking snobs). Turns out she goes way-back with racing, back when it was bootlegging criminals who would smoke while racing and occasionally stop driving to beat the holy crap out of each other. You know, the good old days. How involved was her family? The press box at the nearby track where they're running a Nascar Busch race right now is named after her late husband. B. told her that the next time she sees a blue truck with Missouri plates in our drive, she's got to stop by because my dad might want to run away with her to listen to her tales of the glory days of racing. And, you know, the moonshine.

3. This is a two-part lovefest. Not only do I love it here, but I love the internet. Earlier this week I staggered into the blog of a local woman named Robin. Another stay at home mom with a toddler. Similar taste in music. Also in the process of moving, although she only moved about 40 feet into the house next door. Did I mention that she lives five blocks from me? That made it super-easy to do some stalking today, especially since she was having a yard sale. I think B. took up with her husband before I'd even said, "Hi Robin. I'm Robin. I'm here to stalk you and maybe buy your cool little convection oven/rotisserie that would totally rock my rumpus room." Before it was all said and done, the kids were playing while the four of us compared tattoos, discussed the importance of letting the freak flag fly, debated the merits and effects of different shades of Manic Panic, shared the best places to buy coffee beans, and fawned about just how fab it is to live here. Because it is.

Posted by Robin at July 21, 2007 08:40 PM

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