Going Going Going... C.R.A.Z.Y

Just when you think there's nothing much worse than aging, a twenty something couple moves in right above you!  Wow!  Talk about a lesson in being careful what you wish for.  I'd been hoping for something to divert my attention from the fact that not only do I currently have 5 grey hairs, but I'm also now closer to 35 than I am to 30! In typical Andrea fashion, I of course was hoping that God would send me a man to divert my attention.  He decided to 'one up' my want as He often does.  He sent me not only a man, but a man with a woman!! They arrived in the form of new neighbors. 

I knew from the moment that this new couple was moving in this was not going to be a good relationship.  They were thumping and thudding around all day, yet there wasn't an ounce of furniture being moved in.  Yet when I left the house for a short period that night, only to return to them in my parking space at 9pm moving in small furniture.  All I could think was that this was going to be a very long year for both them and I.  They were not very cordial about getting out of my parking space, and I really am telling the truth when I say I was very nice when letting them know that they were in my space, and that most of the parking here was open parking.  They seemed less than happy that they had to move out of my reserved space, than I was that they were in my reserved space.  The mentality of some never ceases to amaze me.

In the last three weeks to a month since I've been delighted with this Man and woman, so many things have happened.  Initially my main concern was that they were in their early 20's and would be partying too much for me.  Thus far that's something that hasn't come to pass, but I should probably be careful what I wish for.  Everything else has seemed to happen though.  On a daily basis they put on their concrete shoes and prance around, this is after they drop a few bowling balls while falling down here and there at all hours of the day and night.  The chirping bird.  Our condos have a wall of glass in the living rooms that lead out to our patios, and as most knowledgeable individuals know sound carries through glass.  Not to mention our vent systems are right on top of the glass windows/sliding glass doors so that's where you can hear the most noise.  This dumb bird must sit right up against the window.  If that's not enough, the explosive arguments and fighting should do it.  At 11pm on a work night the last thing I want to hear is a guy totally snap and yell "Get The F Out!!"  Who does that? 

Last night I about blew a gasket when I heard that.  Not only am I simply over the fact of their disrespect for others, but listening to a guy speak to a female in that way simply doesn't sit well with me at all.  Don't get me wrong, I hear her yell, holler and cry, but apparently he wasn't raised better than to speak to a woman like that.  I for one certainly don't have to sit in the comfort of my own home and listen to is, so I called the police.  With luck that could only be mine though, the cops arrive right after these two nutjobs left to go out.  I guess that's what happens after a big fight these days?  You go out drinking?  Needless to say the police told me to call anytime especially if I was unsure if he was hurting her, or even if they were just disturbing me.  He said they could write them a ticket.  Maybe after a few hundred bucks in tickets they'd get the point?  Bankrupt them into shutting up?  The police thought it was quite funny when I told them if I have to call them again for these idiots they might be taking ME to jail... I guess they thought I was kidding!!  They also thought it was funny when I said I was too old for this crap. I assume that had something to do with the fact that they were about the same age as me.

All I can hope for is that I don't have to deal with the even more disgusting making up tonight like they did the night after the last time he sounded like he was going to kill her.  Thank you God for not only making me functional now, but for making me functional when I was their age.  I can honestly say that I have never fought with a boyfriend like that, and I never would.  I also would never let a man speak to me like that.  I don't care who you are.  You deserve better than that.  I can't imagine the embarrassment and shame that comes with tolerating being treated as if you're worthless.

Babies

Who doesn't love a wee little baby?  I mean, really?  How could a normal human being not love someone and something so innocent?  Mind you, I didn't say love the parents of these sweet little ones... I just said love them. 


It seems that this is the season for birth.  There are babies all around.  If they're not here yet, they're cooking and will be arriving soon.  I simply can't wait!  OK, that's not true.  I can wait for the world to be overpopulated with little pooping monsters who have raggedy parents, but I can't wait for my friends little monsters to arrive.  I'm not sure what I ever did to accrue the baby and kiddy blessings that surround me, but I'll take it.  Not only will I take it, but I will be thankful and gracious for every single waking moment of it. 

I'll take a sweet little naked butt!


I'll take the frustration they bring when they're unhappy and crying.


I'll take the love they bring when they smile and melt you heart.



I love chubby babies.  Oh how I LOVE Chubby babies!  The rolls that never end are like an epitome of happiness on a chubby baby.  I'm not sure why this is, but it is something that is only cute on a wee one.  If you saw that many rolls on me, I'm certain I'd be anything but cute!  Heck, I'd be anything but Happy too!!



One day I hope and pray to know the love of my own.  The love I have to give in my heart is such a mass amount that I would have never recognized until children came into my life.  I love my friends kids as if my heart could explode, and I am acutely aware this is only a minute amount compared to as if they were my own.  My greatest understanding though, is that everything is in Gods time.  Not mine.