Once upon a time I wanted to write a post that started something like this:
To the woman I work with, Mady, and anyone else who has felt and/or expressed an envy for my general apathy about most anything and everything: please stop. Stop feeling envious of not having and expressing emotions. It's not an easy way to go through life despite how easy I may make it seem. It is something I have learned, trained and forced upon myself and my life as a shield and I assure you it is neither easy nor pleasant. At this point it is more of a bad habit I can't break, one that I am probably most ashamed of. I can say that I am a jaded, bitter, complicated, sarcastic, passive-aggressive shadow of a person, and there's nothing to envy.
That was as far as I got. And despite how painfully true it is, I've come to realize that it's part of who I am, along with many other things that a lot of people like and others dislike. And I'm not about to sit here and pick them all apart and try to defend myself. I don't feel like I owe an explanation for the things I do and the decisions I make. Not even to my disapproving family. It's my life and while I would prefer they leave me alone to make my mistakes, fight my battles, and conquer oh so many hurdles (many of which they seem to be the subject of) I know that that's a wish not even a shooting star or a million dollars could realize for me. At the end of the day they're going to do and say and think and believe what they want while also restricting that same luxury from me and everyone around them because that's their form of "caring". That back seat, behind your back, facebook burning, hypocritical, let's break out the wine and pretend we can hide how we feel in the laughing and sarcasm that follows-type of caring.
And in the center of the stage is me and my life trying to put everything somewhere I can hide it and quietly try to decide whether it's the shame or the betrayal that hurts more. Eventually realizing that while they think they know me and my life, they don't even know the first thing about me. I've grown up a lot in the last year or so and in the growing up I've grown away and it's a beautiful but difficult thing. I've learned to become my own person and in that endeavor who I am is someone my family can't seem to accept. And everyone but my family, has said things (in varying forms of language) like "if you're happy, what difference does it make?" or "as long as you're happy" and I always think about this scene from "Little Miss Sunshine"...
I feel like I won the lottery with the way things are. I wouldn't change anything and while I sometimes wish terribly I could bring my family into my life, I know deep down they would criticize literally everything and put down every detail that makes it what it is and what I love. I always think of myself and tell other people that I'm the black sheep in my family and I wonder if the reason they don't like my life is because they don't like me... All I know is, things change, and at this point they'll never be the same. And despite how apathetic I am to nearly everything, I'm having a really hard time dealing with how my happiness makes a lot of people miserable.
Maybe it's the timing, it is April after all. I'm pretty sure I will be driving up to Red Rocks by myself on the 17th just for the occasion and then partying all weekend to celebrate the birthdays of two of my favorite people who are huge pieces of my life as it is now and as I hope it stays for as long as possible.
After having a wonderful, unique and sometimes crazy childhood and adolescence, I've found that despite being legally, technically and physically an adult, growing up is a lifelong endeavor.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
My discovery in Flagler Beach, FL.
What we found was a lot of people fishing on the pier, people surfing in the water below, birds everywhere and unexpectedly, memories and moments carved into the boards of the pier itself. At first, they seemed to have a depressing connotation, and be almost solely about death and love cut short, but as you wander and continue to read, there are proposals, birthdays and a deep sense of poignancy I have not encountered before. Literally everything from "goodbyes" to "I love yous" to personal messages about fishing and surfing and sunshine and the pier itself. My sister and I have discussed going back there just to read them. My dad would go back in heartbeat...to fish. But to me, it doesn't matter what you do there, the feeling of peace is undeniable, and I would go back just for that.
I am not an emotional person. At all. Ever. My sister jokes (at least I think she's joking) that I don't have a heart. Of course, that's coming from someone who cries at literally anything and everything... But I found myself getting emotional while reading these carvings; sometimes laughing, sometimes getting a little teary eyed. Especially at this one:
The fact that it says "keep on truckin'" really gets to me. My grandfather drove semis almost all his life, and being there I was forced to think of him and the other people who have passed away. But him especially. He always surfaces in my mind whenever I find myself in a situation like that. Always. And I couldn't help but feel like he would have really liked that pier.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Letting Go
A few months ago I wrote a post about a run-in with an old friend and a song. And while the song has not been tarnished or forgotten since, it might not have been as strongly a cure for my anxiety and confusion as I thought...
The saga continues.
Recently, as many things bewilder me in random yet similar ways, as usual, I am at the mercy of throwing random thoughts and questions into the cosmic void that is the internet and this blog to try to cope as best as I am capable. I was faced with another meeting with this same friend on what is literally the biggest day of the year in retail: Black Friday. How sensible it is that "fate" would bring him to the exact store where I've worked at for over 2 years and that I should pass him in the exact route I took from my area to the restroom.
Fate: an awkward, teasing biotch. Of course, I then went for my cell phone, not far away and safe and sound in my locker, to text my sister and a friend I was sure would be awake at 1 in the morning (unlike my sister).
You're probably thinking, ok...so? Here is my question, the reason for this post: Why can't people let things go? Why can't the past stay in the past? And on another, but subtly similar note; what is the motive, the thought process that goes through someone's mind before creating a questionable, potentially hostile situation?
Maybe it's due to the timing of recent events: the situation with the bully at work and now another public meeting with someone who I wish would just forget about me forever. But I just don't get it. It's in the past, leave it there, and move on. Is that really so complicated? Is it really so much for me to ask for or expect? All I want is to be grateful for the situations and experiences life brings me and leave them where they belong: in the past, in my memories and no where else.
Mind you, I have no qualms or problems with reminiscing about something or someone, but not because I expect them to happen again, to see them again to feel or react the same ways, just because it's fun to remember things and people who are gone. But only to a point. People leave, change and in my case many times over, they die. And there's nothing you can do about it, except remember them, be grateful for the memories and lessons, hold onto them and move on.
I get that there's a period after someone leaves, or a fight or falling out, where one goes through a sadness, a period of missing someone and trying to move on and get used to being without this person. You come to realize that despite their absence, you'll always remember them good or bad, but they are gone. They have the same experiences and memories as you, which is a comfort, but it doesn't change anything. Let it go. Move on. Not for them, but for you. You deserve a new start as much as them. You owe it to yourself to cut your losses and learn from them. And that's it.
The other part of this post is about shoplifting. Why do people do it? What part of it seems like a good idea? You MIGHT get away with it. But, on the chance that you don't, you get a red mark forever on your background check, which could be seen by anyone from your neighbor to a potential employer. Besides which, you'll most likely have to deal with the police and be banned from the store you just tried to steal from... What part of any of that seems redeeming? And what could possibly be worth going through all that for? You'd think people would just see it for what it is: there are no redeeming qualities that make it a worthy hobby and if you're successful, your theft raises the prices of merchandise for the rest of us in what is already a terrible economy. Of course, why would a shoplifter be considerate enough to think about anyone but themselves, but it's a legitimate fact of what they do...
Anyway, someone needs to explain it to me because I don't get it. Honestly, I hadn't thought about it that much until I started working at a department store where I was asked to be a witness for a shoplifting apprehension. Which was neither pleasant nor exciting. I had to sit in a room and listen to a girl my sister's age apologize, cry hysterically and beg for mercy regarding calling the police and her mother. All over a pair of sunglasses.
Recently, as many things bewilder me in random yet similar ways, as usual, I am at the mercy of throwing random thoughts and questions into the cosmic void that is the internet and this blog to try to cope as best as I am capable. I was faced with another meeting with this same friend on what is literally the biggest day of the year in retail: Black Friday. How sensible it is that "fate" would bring him to the exact store where I've worked at for over 2 years and that I should pass him in the exact route I took from my area to the restroom.
Fate: an awkward, teasing biotch. Of course, I then went for my cell phone, not far away and safe and sound in my locker, to text my sister and a friend I was sure would be awake at 1 in the morning (unlike my sister).
You're probably thinking, ok...so? Here is my question, the reason for this post: Why can't people let things go? Why can't the past stay in the past? And on another, but subtly similar note; what is the motive, the thought process that goes through someone's mind before creating a questionable, potentially hostile situation?
Maybe it's due to the timing of recent events: the situation with the bully at work and now another public meeting with someone who I wish would just forget about me forever. But I just don't get it. It's in the past, leave it there, and move on. Is that really so complicated? Is it really so much for me to ask for or expect? All I want is to be grateful for the situations and experiences life brings me and leave them where they belong: in the past, in my memories and no where else.
Mind you, I have no qualms or problems with reminiscing about something or someone, but not because I expect them to happen again, to see them again to feel or react the same ways, just because it's fun to remember things and people who are gone. But only to a point. People leave, change and in my case many times over, they die. And there's nothing you can do about it, except remember them, be grateful for the memories and lessons, hold onto them and move on.
I get that there's a period after someone leaves, or a fight or falling out, where one goes through a sadness, a period of missing someone and trying to move on and get used to being without this person. You come to realize that despite their absence, you'll always remember them good or bad, but they are gone. They have the same experiences and memories as you, which is a comfort, but it doesn't change anything. Let it go. Move on. Not for them, but for you. You deserve a new start as much as them. You owe it to yourself to cut your losses and learn from them. And that's it.
...
The other part of this post is about shoplifting. Why do people do it? What part of it seems like a good idea? You MIGHT get away with it. But, on the chance that you don't, you get a red mark forever on your background check, which could be seen by anyone from your neighbor to a potential employer. Besides which, you'll most likely have to deal with the police and be banned from the store you just tried to steal from... What part of any of that seems redeeming? And what could possibly be worth going through all that for? You'd think people would just see it for what it is: there are no redeeming qualities that make it a worthy hobby and if you're successful, your theft raises the prices of merchandise for the rest of us in what is already a terrible economy. Of course, why would a shoplifter be considerate enough to think about anyone but themselves, but it's a legitimate fact of what they do...
Anyway, someone needs to explain it to me because I don't get it. Honestly, I hadn't thought about it that much until I started working at a department store where I was asked to be a witness for a shoplifting apprehension. Which was neither pleasant nor exciting. I had to sit in a room and listen to a girl my sister's age apologize, cry hysterically and beg for mercy regarding calling the police and her mother. All over a pair of sunglasses.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Mom, Dad and Churchill
I would like it to be known here that until recently, I've never had any face-to-face problems with people I work with; associates, supervisors, managers, etc. Ever. Lately however, I've had the misfortune of butting heads with 2 people I work with at once; and one was in a managerial position (thankfully she was just temporary).
The other person is not temporary, and for some reason insists on creating more tension and conflict between us than there already is. Fortunately, I don't have to work with her very often-but when I do there's always a very thick and obvious tension because she knows I'm not very fond of her. Any other person would just get over it, realize you can't please/be friends with everyone and move on (which I am more than willing to do). She is obviously unfamiliar with this concept...
I had contradictory views on conflict and how to deal with it as a kid. My dad always taught us to be the bigger person and live and let live while my mom tried to teach us to stick up for and defend ourselves if and whenever possible using logic and strong word choice.
I had the unlucky chance of working with her recently and, as history is doomed to repeat itself, she confronted me-more like cornered me in a small room; about why I don't like her/don't want to be her friend/am not nice to her, blah blah blah. But this time, she told me she heard why, and was equipped with surprisingly accurate information. Lucky for her that we share friends and acquaintances in what has suddenly become a much smaller place to me. Anyway, while she was cornering and berating me with stupid and obscure questions and excuses, the only thing I kept thinking is, "Seriously, who cares? Why do you care so much? What difference does it make what I think of you?" And still, I don't get it.
I love and completely agree with this quote. Having friends is great; especially if you have several different types of friends and personalities and ideas to surround yourself with. I'll be the absolute first person to admit how awesome having friends is. I don't know where or who I would be or what I would do had it not been for my friends, past and present. But enemies... having enemies is great too. It teaches you that not everyone is going to think the sun shines out your ass, laugh at your jokes or even agree with you on most anything. It's a crucial lesson to anyone. The point of being human and having a free will is that you're entitled to your beliefs and opinions as much as anyone else, and that basic principle is a recipe for disaster; making mistakes, climbing hurdles, growing up and moving on. Why would you want to be friends with everyone you meet anyway? That seems exhausting...and pointless...
I've wasted whatever time and energy against my will in a stupid confrontation that didn't even accomplish anything. So now I've decided to take dad's advice; if and when she confronts me again, I'm not going to answer her. I'm not even going to look at her. What's the point in trying to defend myself against someone who so vehemently and ignorantly believes that she's right and didn't do anything wrong: the very base of this exact conflict... Messy, cyclical, laughable. There's no point. She's never going to believe what I'm saying even happened, let alone has any merit. So I'm gonna let her have her flawless fantasy, and not even give her the time of day.
I can't speak for the possibility in the distant future if I have to resort to involving management, but let's hope that she somehow acquires the ability to take a hint and grow up...
The other person is not temporary, and for some reason insists on creating more tension and conflict between us than there already is. Fortunately, I don't have to work with her very often-but when I do there's always a very thick and obvious tension because she knows I'm not very fond of her. Any other person would just get over it, realize you can't please/be friends with everyone and move on (which I am more than willing to do). She is obviously unfamiliar with this concept...
I had contradictory views on conflict and how to deal with it as a kid. My dad always taught us to be the bigger person and live and let live while my mom tried to teach us to stick up for and defend ourselves if and whenever possible using logic and strong word choice.
I had the unlucky chance of working with her recently and, as history is doomed to repeat itself, she confronted me-more like cornered me in a small room; about why I don't like her/don't want to be her friend/am not nice to her, blah blah blah. But this time, she told me she heard why, and was equipped with surprisingly accurate information. Lucky for her that we share friends and acquaintances in what has suddenly become a much smaller place to me. Anyway, while she was cornering and berating me with stupid and obscure questions and excuses, the only thing I kept thinking is, "Seriously, who cares? Why do you care so much? What difference does it make what I think of you?" And still, I don't get it.
I love and completely agree with this quote. Having friends is great; especially if you have several different types of friends and personalities and ideas to surround yourself with. I'll be the absolute first person to admit how awesome having friends is. I don't know where or who I would be or what I would do had it not been for my friends, past and present. But enemies... having enemies is great too. It teaches you that not everyone is going to think the sun shines out your ass, laugh at your jokes or even agree with you on most anything. It's a crucial lesson to anyone. The point of being human and having a free will is that you're entitled to your beliefs and opinions as much as anyone else, and that basic principle is a recipe for disaster; making mistakes, climbing hurdles, growing up and moving on. Why would you want to be friends with everyone you meet anyway? That seems exhausting...and pointless...
I've wasted whatever time and energy against my will in a stupid confrontation that didn't even accomplish anything. So now I've decided to take dad's advice; if and when she confronts me again, I'm not going to answer her. I'm not even going to look at her. What's the point in trying to defend myself against someone who so vehemently and ignorantly believes that she's right and didn't do anything wrong: the very base of this exact conflict... Messy, cyclical, laughable. There's no point. She's never going to believe what I'm saying even happened, let alone has any merit. So I'm gonna let her have her flawless fantasy, and not even give her the time of day.
I can't speak for the possibility in the distant future if I have to resort to involving management, but let's hope that she somehow acquires the ability to take a hint and grow up...
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
November 5th
There is a Native American quote that says, "There is no death, only a change of worlds."
It's always hard around this time of year, being so close to the holidays, but I think it's twice as bad this year since it's the first year without her. Not only for today, but the day twenty days from now that marks the day she died, and the holidays in general. My grandma always taught me that lipstick is a must for any special occasion, that the serving of vanilla when baking is a suggested starting point and that no matter what, life is way better when you have friends and family to share it with.
Papa taught me that mischief is a necessary ingredient for life, that sometimes it's better to make others happy instead of yourself and to appreciate what's around you before it's gone, and that was a lesson from beyond the grave... I miss their voices and laughs, their habits and endless love and support.
I'll always miss them no matter what day it is. But I always thought it was so bizarre that my mom's dad and my dad's mom would share the same birthday (different years). And for some reason the weeks leading up to November 5th have been very hard. Just considering all the things that have been accomplished, and all that's before us; my sister is graduating from high school and moving on to college, I just officially declared my major at UCD about a week ago. These are the things that overwhelm me now, but I've also been thinking about the inevitable end and questionable point to life. I wonder if they died happy and proud or empty and regretful...Why are we given a life and free will, filled with decisions and experiences, for it to end and for you to be ripped away from everything and everyone you love and eventually forgotten...? Maybe it's the fact that I turned my back on my religious upbringing and consider myself to be in a perpetual state of cynical questioning, but sometimes I really don't get it. It's probably just me realizing that two of the best people I've ever known are gone and I will never be able to completely understand or explain how much I owe them and what they meant to me. Like most things, as you might have guessed, it's better if I just don't think about it.
I took them for granted. I wish I had known what was right in front of me before it was gone. But that to me is an important lesson in this life: experience and regrets teach you that regret is, in fact, useless and accomplishes nothing except that you have to learn from your mistakes and appreciate what's around you. It's not even really my "regrets" that eat me up so much today, but just the general feeling of missing someone and knowing that they're gone forever. I think this Thankgiving I'll be thankful for the people I have around me, for however long.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Live and let...
My parents bought our house about 10 years ago and we moved to the suburbs rather happily. But within the last few years our next door neighbors, who moved in a couple years after we did, have made life on Otero Place rather annoying. Just for future reference, we live in a culdesac, and more specifically, we live at the back of the culdesac so we have easily the biggest driveway and probably the widest (not biggest) yard. It's also probably best to know that the house next door in which these neighbors reside has a pool in the backyard and a curved driveway.
It's no secret that there are friends and family at our house rather often. One friend of the family is known pretty much as a personal handyman/mechanic and comes over and stays literally for hours. Years ago, he would come over and park "nose in" in front of our mailbox. He tries not to do that anymore because our neighbors sent us a letter-with pictures- telling us that we were blocking their driveway and if we would please consider parking somewhere else. First off, being a culdesac, parking space is pretty sparce in general, so if you come up with a spot, please point it out to me. Second, it's a public street. And third, it's on our side of the property line so why where we park is any of your concern is beyond me. Hear me out, I would feel a lot worse if we were blocking their driveway, but we aren't. The problem is that they park their cars on what is supposed to be their yard and feel they're entitled to more room than they are and for some reason, the more than enough space that their actual driveway provides is not enough...Seriously, a child could back their cars out of the driveway even with any of our cars parked nose in like that. I could probably do it blindfolded, just saying. I think my parents just had a nice chuckle about the letter and moved on. I heard the woman of their household came over and talked to my mom about it shortly after the letter was sent, but I could be wrong about that...
Not too long after that, the base of their pool got a crack in it which could not be repaired, it needed to be replaced. The entire thing. So of course, they take this opportunity to remodel their yard. With a small tractor. This small tractor would leave grooves where they drove it in and out of their back yard through the front yard, while they dumped huge piles of dirt and debris and garbage in front of our yard where our friends would normally park their cars. Because, again, property lines mean nothing to these people and for some reason they're entitled to that spot, public street or not. And this pile of filth didn't just sit there for a day, a week or even a month. It was there for months. Even when the county came in to re-pave the neighborhood, they cleaned it up for like 24 hours so the street could be repaved and as soon as they could, they dumped it right back where it was. All the while as it sits there, neighborhood animals would use it as a bathroom and their kids would climb on it and play in it. Seriously! It was disgusting! So anyway, they've got huge grooves in their front yard, piles of dirt and debris in front of ours and a general lack of consideration for what they do or how it affects us. And my parents, okay, my dad believes in "live and let live" and "being the bigger person" blah blah blah. Eventually the dirt got moved the groves were replaced with cheap and unkempt sod, but only on the one side, the other side remained rocks and weeds. Naturally of course, since that's the side they park on and the side that the weeds creep over from into our yard.
Going back to what I said about us having the biggest driveway; we have a 3-car garage and a side spot for a camper/boat/or in our case, a 1978 Jeep that might not even be running...So when I started driving, it was no problem, because there was a spot for my car, but when my sister started driving that was a-whole-'nother deal. The nose in street spot and her car became well acquainted. And now they get cozier because my dad bought yet another car because he got sick of paying for gas for the SUV he was driving to and from work (at like Peoria and Arapahoe) everyday; so to re-cap, that's 5 cars (not including the jeep). And even with all the driveway space in the world, that's a lot of wheels for four people. Luckily, we make it work and there's only one car on the street at any time (unless we have company).
Here's an interesting side note: my dad's big investment (besides the new car-new to him, it's almost as old as I am), was executing the much needed remodel of our basement. So again, with handymen parking trucks and walking in and out of the house almost constantly, the driveway was pretty crowded. My mom decided to park her car in front of their and the person next to them's yards-parallel to the sidewalk where it curves a little. And right after that they started parking there. It was as if they didn't realize that they could park there. Ah! Revelation! They really do have no idea where their property lines are, poor things. I thought it was a complex of entitlement, thank God that's not the case. Gag me.
We didn't really hear anything more from them until preseason football this year: Broncos vs. Bears. My dad and sister are huge Jay Cutler fans, so of course we had to have a party with lots of food and some good friends, which naturally brings the parking situation into question. I was working that night, but would be home eventually and in enough time to even catch some of the game. I came home that night looking forward to changing clothes, seeing friends and family, eating good food and just relaxing in general. My cousin was already parked in front of our yard, but she was far enough to one side that I could squeeze into the other side; you guessed it, their side. Their kids were standing outside and one of them runs inside to taddle on me and instead of just running inside and avoiding a confrontation, I wasn't fast enough. And they came to their door and yelled at me asking if I would move my car. All I said was "no" and walked inside. First off, I'm still on my side of the property line, it's a public street, and you don't have any more respect for me or the situation than to yell at me from your front door like the hicks ya'll are? Seriously? Nope. If they had handled it differently I might've considered it, but I was too tired and too excited to go home to be bothered with the whiny children next door. So I go inside, go straight to my room and change and then walk downstairs and tell my mom the whole story in front of everyone. My dad was outside, and when I found him and told him, hell broke loose ya'll. My dad is cool with whatever, until you mess with me or my sister. Fact. He was almost without a voice by the end of the night from screaming threats and obscenities at the neighbors house. It was pretty funny, actually. And luckily was not responded with police or even another letter.
Shortly after that, as if you couldn't tell, these people are by no means "intellectuals", and they hit their mailbox with one of their cars while backing out of their "driveway"- it's actually their yard. And instead of fixing it properly, they take two small pieces of wood and screw one end into their mailbox and the other into ours. So now not only are we their crutch but we're forever associated with their mistake, lack of a brain stem, laziness, etc. How neighborly.
Our neighbors must think we're as stupid as they are that we would fall for yet another letter (sadly, without pictures, can't be too conspicuous, now can we?), and be stupid enough to take it seriously without double checking the facts. Good try though, bless their hearts.
It might be entertaining on some level, but there comes a point, where we gotta have some peace for the situation, and I genuinely hope the cops do come and tell them the not so secret truth. Life is unfair, sometimes your awesome neighbors have bigger driveways, lots of cars and lots of parties and friends, and there's nothing you can do about it; it's a public street and our property line. Live and let live or FUCK OFF. Unfortunately, at the end of the day, it makes me sad that these are people who vote and procreate, and there are more out there just like them. And that they don't have anything better to do with their pathetic lives than fret over the goings-on of our cars on a public street and send us pathetically hilarious and inaccurate letters about it. It's just sad. It might not have been so sad or hilarious had they done their research and not committed fraud, but it is what it is. And we're over it. And I honestly hope they don't try to approach me about it; the cops might be called for real because I'm not sure I can control what I would do or say in that situation...
These are the pictures of our yard that apparently is in disrepair and apparently needs work. Please let me know if you have any suggestions...I wish these pictures were better, but fall takes it's toll and really doesn't do it justice.
This is the situation next door. Seriously.
It's no secret that there are friends and family at our house rather often. One friend of the family is known pretty much as a personal handyman/mechanic and comes over and stays literally for hours. Years ago, he would come over and park "nose in" in front of our mailbox. He tries not to do that anymore because our neighbors sent us a letter-with pictures- telling us that we were blocking their driveway and if we would please consider parking somewhere else. First off, being a culdesac, parking space is pretty sparce in general, so if you come up with a spot, please point it out to me. Second, it's a public street. And third, it's on our side of the property line so why where we park is any of your concern is beyond me. Hear me out, I would feel a lot worse if we were blocking their driveway, but we aren't. The problem is that they park their cars on what is supposed to be their yard and feel they're entitled to more room than they are and for some reason, the more than enough space that their actual driveway provides is not enough...Seriously, a child could back their cars out of the driveway even with any of our cars parked nose in like that. I could probably do it blindfolded, just saying. I think my parents just had a nice chuckle about the letter and moved on. I heard the woman of their household came over and talked to my mom about it shortly after the letter was sent, but I could be wrong about that...
Not too long after that, the base of their pool got a crack in it which could not be repaired, it needed to be replaced. The entire thing. So of course, they take this opportunity to remodel their yard. With a small tractor. This small tractor would leave grooves where they drove it in and out of their back yard through the front yard, while they dumped huge piles of dirt and debris and garbage in front of our yard where our friends would normally park their cars. Because, again, property lines mean nothing to these people and for some reason they're entitled to that spot, public street or not. And this pile of filth didn't just sit there for a day, a week or even a month. It was there for months. Even when the county came in to re-pave the neighborhood, they cleaned it up for like 24 hours so the street could be repaved and as soon as they could, they dumped it right back where it was. All the while as it sits there, neighborhood animals would use it as a bathroom and their kids would climb on it and play in it. Seriously! It was disgusting! So anyway, they've got huge grooves in their front yard, piles of dirt and debris in front of ours and a general lack of consideration for what they do or how it affects us. And my parents, okay, my dad believes in "live and let live" and "being the bigger person" blah blah blah. Eventually the dirt got moved the groves were replaced with cheap and unkempt sod, but only on the one side, the other side remained rocks and weeds. Naturally of course, since that's the side they park on and the side that the weeds creep over from into our yard.
Going back to what I said about us having the biggest driveway; we have a 3-car garage and a side spot for a camper/boat/or in our case, a 1978 Jeep that might not even be running...So when I started driving, it was no problem, because there was a spot for my car, but when my sister started driving that was a-whole-'nother deal. The nose in street spot and her car became well acquainted. And now they get cozier because my dad bought yet another car because he got sick of paying for gas for the SUV he was driving to and from work (at like Peoria and Arapahoe) everyday; so to re-cap, that's 5 cars (not including the jeep). And even with all the driveway space in the world, that's a lot of wheels for four people. Luckily, we make it work and there's only one car on the street at any time (unless we have company).
Here's an interesting side note: my dad's big investment (besides the new car-new to him, it's almost as old as I am), was executing the much needed remodel of our basement. So again, with handymen parking trucks and walking in and out of the house almost constantly, the driveway was pretty crowded. My mom decided to park her car in front of their and the person next to them's yards-parallel to the sidewalk where it curves a little. And right after that they started parking there. It was as if they didn't realize that they could park there. Ah! Revelation! They really do have no idea where their property lines are, poor things. I thought it was a complex of entitlement, thank God that's not the case. Gag me.
We didn't really hear anything more from them until preseason football this year: Broncos vs. Bears. My dad and sister are huge Jay Cutler fans, so of course we had to have a party with lots of food and some good friends, which naturally brings the parking situation into question. I was working that night, but would be home eventually and in enough time to even catch some of the game. I came home that night looking forward to changing clothes, seeing friends and family, eating good food and just relaxing in general. My cousin was already parked in front of our yard, but she was far enough to one side that I could squeeze into the other side; you guessed it, their side. Their kids were standing outside and one of them runs inside to taddle on me and instead of just running inside and avoiding a confrontation, I wasn't fast enough. And they came to their door and yelled at me asking if I would move my car. All I said was "no" and walked inside. First off, I'm still on my side of the property line, it's a public street, and you don't have any more respect for me or the situation than to yell at me from your front door like the hicks ya'll are? Seriously? Nope. If they had handled it differently I might've considered it, but I was too tired and too excited to go home to be bothered with the whiny children next door. So I go inside, go straight to my room and change and then walk downstairs and tell my mom the whole story in front of everyone. My dad was outside, and when I found him and told him, hell broke loose ya'll. My dad is cool with whatever, until you mess with me or my sister. Fact. He was almost without a voice by the end of the night from screaming threats and obscenities at the neighbors house. It was pretty funny, actually. And luckily was not responded with police or even another letter.
Shortly after that, as if you couldn't tell, these people are by no means "intellectuals", and they hit their mailbox with one of their cars while backing out of their "driveway"- it's actually their yard. And instead of fixing it properly, they take two small pieces of wood and screw one end into their mailbox and the other into ours. So now not only are we their crutch but we're forever associated with their mistake, lack of a brain stem, laziness, etc. How neighborly.
Property line is pretty clear to me.
My sister came out to her car yesterday to a lovely, anonymous letter claiming that the author was a member of the board of the HOA, riddled with ridiculous accusations, threats and more than the occasional misspelled word and grammar error... It said that parking nose into the culdesac was illegal and against HOA standards, it is in fact, neither. It also said that our yard is in disrepair and that we leave our garbage on the sidewalk outside our house for more than 24 hours both are against HOA standards, and both are also not true. Even with the busy household that we have, the only way garbage would be out that long would be the fault of the garbage men, and it happens, but only rarely. And my dad spent a lot of money this spring to have a huge patch of our front yard re-done because the weeds from the neighbors unkempt yard/driveway completely destroyed it (I'm going to attach pictures below of my dad's beautiful yard, and the way we park our cars so you can see it for yourself). It goes on to say that we have "48 hours to fix these problems before the cops are called and we're served a fine or a tow" or whatever (I'm paraphrasing). First of all, one member of the HOA board would not break free individually or anonymously and leave a letter folded up and water damaged on my sister's wind sheild at 6:30 in the morning. In fact their first move is a phone call then a letter with a 7 days time limit to correct whatever the problem may be. Second, it's a public street, and my mom called the sheriff's office to make sure and she read the HOA guidelines and it is not illegal in either form to park your car the way my sister's been parking her car and friends and family have been parking their cars for the last 10 years. And lastly, 48 hours? That's a Saturday. I'm going to the store now, to get popcorn, because I CAN'T WAIT to see the look on the cop's face when you tell him that he's here to give us a ticket/tow our car for something that is perfectly legal on a SATURDAY, no less. I sincerely hope they do call the cops so that someone in an actual position of authority can tell them to grow up.Our neighbors must think we're as stupid as they are that we would fall for yet another letter (sadly, without pictures, can't be too conspicuous, now can we?), and be stupid enough to take it seriously without double checking the facts. Good try though, bless their hearts.
FYI:
It might be entertaining on some level, but there comes a point, where we gotta have some peace for the situation, and I genuinely hope the cops do come and tell them the not so secret truth. Life is unfair, sometimes your awesome neighbors have bigger driveways, lots of cars and lots of parties and friends, and there's nothing you can do about it; it's a public street and our property line. Live and let live or FUCK OFF. Unfortunately, at the end of the day, it makes me sad that these are people who vote and procreate, and there are more out there just like them. And that they don't have anything better to do with their pathetic lives than fret over the goings-on of our cars on a public street and send us pathetically hilarious and inaccurate letters about it. It's just sad. It might not have been so sad or hilarious had they done their research and not committed fraud, but it is what it is. And we're over it. And I honestly hope they don't try to approach me about it; the cops might be called for real because I'm not sure I can control what I would do or say in that situation...
These are the pictures of our yard that apparently is in disrepair and apparently needs work. Please let me know if you have any suggestions...I wish these pictures were better, but fall takes it's toll and really doesn't do it justice.
This is the situation next door. Seriously.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Decisions, decisions...
I feel like I'm in one of those times of life where years from now, I'll look back and feel compelled to write a letter to your younger self with reassurance and maybe a little advice. I've decided that I don't want to look back at my youth with shame or regret. This year could easily be described as one of the hardest, most stressful yet. But instead of looking at it that way and feeling negatively about it, I've decided that I'm going to do what I want now. No more worrying about what other people think or want. It's my life, and you're only young once.
I honestly couldn't tell you what it was that caused me to have this change of heart. But I know that things happen that are out of your control, yet you still have to live with the effects. It's part of life. People make decisions on how to carry themselves and lead their lives and it affects other people however big or small, and you just have to pick up the pieces and move on. I don't know why this knowledge suddenly means more to me now than it ever has, but it does.
I just know that things are the way they are for a reason, and the reason isn't necessarily always bad and it really isn't necessarily always something you can change or even control. So just deal. I took a good long look at the situations I've surrounded myself with and instead of being ashamed or sad about it as I so often am, I just said to myself, "yeah, so?" I might not be able to change the things that could need changing in the eyes of someone else right now, but just because things are slow and crappy now, doesn't mean that they'll always be. And instead of having a stress level that rivals my mothers, I decided I'm going to do what I want, (responsibly, of course) and have fun. So I'm going to keep my crappy-typical-college-student life (and the piano lessons) and try not to think about the fact that 20 years from now I could be married with children, or the world could end tonight...
The flip side that is incredibly hypocritical, is that since I would prefer that things move along faster rather than slower, I decided that instead of being a student forever, I'm only going to school for one major instead of two. It really wasn't even my impatience that made up my mind about it. At the end of the day, I had to ask myself whether or not it's really going to make a difference, am I honestly even going to use it? And the answer was almost never definitive and even less positive.
It sucks because I really like Spanish. And I'm pretty good at it (at least I like to think I am) since I took it all four years of high school and four semesters of it in college. But I really had to ask myself whether or not it will have any relevance in my career, and I honestly don't think it will... And considering I was really only going to use it as a back-up plan in case of another economy crash, (in which case I would have to go back to school anyway for a teaching license and a refresher course) it stopped making sense to think that spending extra time and money getting a degree that will probably just sit on a shelf and collect dust would be beneficial in the long run.
Honestly, if I had my way I would be majoring in Art History, believe it or not. But the way the economy is, and the nature of that particular field, there's no way I would actually do it. C'est la vie. We all have to open our eyes to what's really around us eventually, I suppose. Even though I've made up my mind to live my life the way people expect someone my age to, I gotta think about the major probability that the world isn't going to end today, tomorrow or within the foreseeable future and how I get through that time and the rest of my life reliably and happily, a complicated combination to say the least.
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