hard to believe

Its hard to believe I could ever get tired of 'me, me, me' but is true, and then you realize its like a wedding. 'How is it like a wedding' you ask? Well the wedding is not so much for the bride and groom as it is for everyone else. The bride and groom go home and say 'wow what happened' and they they recount stories of what they remember, usually its the antics of someone else that stood out. These are the antics of me and you all get to see them. 'What antics?' You ask since I hide behind whatever curtain I can find. 'These antics', I say convinced I am showing antics. I have mentioned in the past that if I ever told you the tangled web I live in you would never believe me so I do not even go there, I have untangled a lot of it since I have a kid now but some of it remains permanently knotted. We do have fun most of the time that is for sure. I probably have the most fun and then the kid comes in second with banana complaining that she gets the short stick every time (no not that stick she gets that one more than most), which is not true she just likes to complain.



Here you can listen to my awkward giggle as we pretend to live on a block where they are shooting a TV pilot. (it was only partial pretend since banana has an apartment on this block) The kid and I walked right through the middle of it. What am I teaching him?



Going back the other way. We arent the only ones. This is our neighborhood I see other neighbors that dont live on this block either, doing the same thing.




Compare and contrast. This is the grafitti on the adjacent roofs, ours was this bad until a 'clean' spray painter wanted to do his thing. Which is better? I vote for organized graffiti everytime.