Rebel

12-4-13

Talk about a windy night!

Stupid wind woke up the household with a vengeance last night. I know Ken has not been able to sleep for a couple of nights now, so I am sure today is going to be rough on him. I also think Dax was up quite a bit this morning so I wonder if he isn’t feeling well. I suppose I will find out soon enough if I get a call from home.

Bobby isn’t getting enough sleep. We are noticing bags under his eyes and he just seems exhausted. Of course, a lot of it was due to an overdose on computer over the weekend, but I also just think he has problems falling asleep. Like father like son. The two of them can sleep, but it isn’t during night time that they fall asleep. In fact, often on weekends I get up early since I know Dax will be up. He and I are Bowlbys deep down and it is something we cannot shake. If I can get Dax occupied, the other men-folk in my house can get some snooze time.

Bobby also has been uber distracted on homework. I know I am supposed to be teaching him independence, but I also think that the new house, new computer and just his daydreaming ways are working against him. He has less homework than he used to, but he still drags his feet. Today I am going to forgo my box empting and try to sit with him and encourage him to work. I think he needs a win for today.

We met the head of our neighborhood watch last night. I guess Ken has talked to her before, but it was the first time I have dealt with her. She is nice, and apparently has a daughter my age which cracks me up. She did seem skeptical of the house color, which confirms that some of the older and more conservative peeps are not as hip on our choice. She also seemed to be pushing a bit for landscaping. I wondered if she felt like our house was an eyesore. Never you mind all of the compliments we have received, but some people are, well, interesting.

I invited her in when she mentioned Leeroy, talking about how he was a recluse and how destroyed the house seemed when she saw it in the open house. I knew she should appreciate how much work we had put into the place. We showed her around and she did seem impressed, which is good. I know she probably notes that we are not “normal”. I mean, I do have multiple skulls all over the house and 8 cats wandering around. We also have a lavender house.

I was feeling rather defensive I think. She was mentioning different email alerts we can be put on, not realizing that I had already done all my research and knew about the neighborhood blog and was already on the police text alert system. Yeah, she probably doesn’t know that I will be cyber stalking the shit out of her this morning. LOL!

I am not proud of my weird reaction to people like that. I am just very put off by people who feel like they can decide the look or feel of a neighborhood based on their taste. Sure, I can understand getting on folks if they make their place messy. But shoot, if anything we have made our house look fantastic. If it takes another 6 months or hell, even 6 years, I feel like she should understand this. She talked about how when they got their place that they spent like 15 years working on it. So that being said, I want to make sure the neighborhood people understand that sometimes things like color or landscaping are going to be different than when they first moved in. I suppose it is the inner rebel that starts to feel like people are not allowed to tell me what to do. I get pissy and cranky. I am clearly a product of my parents.

I remember once when I was growing up and my dad was angry at his work because they decided arbitrarily that they should all wear ties to jobs. My dad installed phone lines. He crawled around under desks and under houses and ultimately, the only uniform he should wear really might be coveralls. But to wear a tie?? What the fuck, indeed. So my dad opted to go out and get some of the ugliest ties in existence. He figured he was still wearing what he needed to wear to not get in trouble. It was truly awesome and awe inspiring for him to be so bold.

I told Ken that if we get any kind of letter or complaint I may have to paint the house hot pink with a black trim and put up a giant skull on the wall.

Yeah, I get pissy.

I managed to go through a couple of large boxes yesterday. I put out my lava lamps and put up a couple of decorations I used to have at Eydie. I also was shockingly good and got rid of a handful of things I never would have thought that I would actually get rid of. I knew it needed to be done.

I think at this point the next major thing to be done is shelves in closets and a bar in the front hall closet so we can hang our coats. This will allow me to start organizing all of the bedding and towels better. Plus, I have some more bathroom items like hair dye supplies that need to be put nicely in a spot, and the bathroom isn’t the right place right now.

Thankfully today is an early day so the boys can get to work on homework sooner. We also plan to hit up Lowe’s to look at dining room table lighting. The one we had just isn’t right, so we found one we like online there and will hopefully be able to get some better shades for it. It will be a good purchase as it will add some light in that area of the house.

I am noting this weekend will be crazy. Saturday night I have two shindigs to go to. Aaron has his hobbit birthday party. He doesn’t believe in getting gifts and instead gives gifts to his close friends. This year, he is inviting people over and has asked us to provide him with a recipe from our childhood and he is going to try and replicate it for us. We then are to explain our choice. It should be a nice evening.

We were also invited to Cindy’s party, so I would like to stop by that on the way home from Aaron’s. The boys are staying with my folks, so this shouldn’t be an issue.

Sunday morning I need to pick up the boys early. We also have the team party at 1, followed by a screening of Nightmare Before Christmas that we got tickets for months ago that we will go to as a family. Yie! So much!